All the children sing
Jack and McPherson entered the cozy dining establishment
And found a corner table in a sun-lit part of the room.
"Coffee for starters?" the smiling waitress asked (elbows bent
Kindly chin, resting on her knuckles) from the table's edge. Doom
Over the table had not reached her yet. "Yeah that's fine,"
Frowned Jack. McPherson, as usual, did not share his partner's
Attitude and was happily taking in breakfast possibilities: one menu line
Leapt of the page: "Mountain-top Experience--Enjoy a topping of our gardener's
Luscious, Strawberries atop a hill of flap-jacks."
"The angel of the lord just declared we aren't worth a thing..."
Rang jovially from the juke box at the back.
"All the children," McP. chimed in, "everybody sing!
Don't you want to get something to eat?"
"Eat? Yeah. I'll have the Pharisee's Buffet." mumbled Jack looking beat.