Sticky or slimy or choose your own way”
I thought the young waiter was kidding you see
So I said I’d take breaded with crackers and brie
(tee-hee-hee, tee-hee-hee, tee-hee-hee).
When he served those round balls they were dark at one end
and they looked so alive I began to pretend
they were olives or something, and not what they seemed
when off in the distance just then someone screamed!
“They’re mine! They were mine! And now I can't see!"
That's a terrible thing to tease someone like me!
I’m a delicate person and sensitive, too,
It’s clear you are steering away from what’s true,
You’re veering away from the matter at hand!
Oh my gosh what has happened to you?
Is it gone? Are you sure? Is there nothing to do?
And just then within reach was a terrible screech!
“There’s a crunch in my lunch!
It’s a long bendy thing...
No it’s not just a thing, it’s a thing with a ring!
Agha agh! Gag-agagh, just what am I chewing?”
Something awful has happened, I can’t help construing
A hunch that my lunch is unscanned and unplanned,
Not an eel, not a squid, not a gland
But a hand.
It might just grow back; I hear tell that they do.