The vichyssoise is almost chilled,
The salad's crisp and crunchy,
The duck l'orange smells divine,
The apple pie looks muchy,
The coffee's brewing on the stove,
The Riesling's my love potion -
Surely when he's had his fill
He'll speak of his devotion?
I scrape the plates, I clear the decks,
I glumly fill the dregs-can.
I should have know it (damn his eyes!) -
He was a steak-and-eggs man.