Dinner Time

On the island of Mauritius
A crew of hungry sailors
Sit, pounding on the table
Why are we waiting
Oh, why are we waiting ?

The sweating cook sticks
His head through the hatch.
Shouts angrily
Any minute now !

What is it ?
A brave old salt demands

A roast,
The chef proclaims

A roast what ?
A chorus of hungry voices demands.

Dodo

As one
the crew groans and shouts
Not again !

Don’t worry,
Says cook
It’s the last one.

IAN DAVIES