The smiling lady
Looks after
The invalid man
With a touch of love
The fat, and the thin
Raise my chagrin
By attempting to take
My reserved table
Master of all he surveys
The manager of this cafe
Casts a long shadow
Over all of his underlings
Now I hesitate
For no one else is here
But I must make it clear
This is my reserved table
Let me tell you
It is with some discomfort
That I turn people away
As I order myself a cappuccino
The room is now almost entirely full
Well, except that is
There are three empty seats
At my reserved table
