I said, “I’ll take the T-bone steak.”
A soft voice mooed, “Oh, wow.”
And I looked up and realized
The waitress was a cow.
I cried, “Mistake– – forget the steak.
I’ll take the chicken then.”
I heard a cluck– – ’twas just my luck
The busboy was a hen.
I said, “Okay, no fowl today.
I‘ll have the seafood dish.”
Then I saw through the kitchen door
The cook– – he was a fish.
I screamed, “Is there anyone workin’ here
Who’s an onion or a beet?
No? You’re sure? Okay then, friends,
A salad’s what I’ll eat.”
They look at me. “Oh, no.” they said,
“The owner is a cabbage head.”