If you’d be so kind
to dine with me tonight
Give your time tonight
if you’re so inclined
I will bring some pie
while you try not to pry
into the lies I tell
Time will fly
You’ll stay behind
We’ll eat ’til the light
dies in the sky
You will not whine
though you may sigh
at the meat soaked in brine
You’ll say it’s fine
You’ll say it’s not dry
and then you will try
to never dine
with me or mine
again.