Beneath the waves and mud Of the Mississippi flood, Hides the alligator; Behind the potted plants Of Parisian restaurants, Lurks the waiter. With his elongated teeth He will eat you like roast beef, Will the alligator; With his sickening little grin He will scoop your money in, Will the waiter. If I had to choose between The crocodile and Paris Green, And the waiter; I'd take the poison "off the bat" And -- after that -- The alligator. |