We have but one fork
and three hungry mouths;
There’s an army here
as big as the Souths.
The lines are quite long
but we sneak a plate,
for the little ones
do not want to wait.
Chop Suey and rice
are piled up high.
Some meat would be nice
but we will get by.
Slowly but surely,
the food disappears
as the end of the
celebration nears.
