Sitting in the café',
Looking all about,
There's some iffy people,
Of that I'm in no doubt!
We have 'Mr Magnolia',
Cos he always wears his 'gloves',
And believe you me, I mean it,
He's 'never' covered in suds!
Then there's the 'gang',
They sit there all day long,
And when there's a little music,
They're right there, on song!
Then we have the posh ones,
Who speak, oh so refined,
Even though they never wash,
But we really do not mind.
You see, for all their faults,
They really are so nice,
And if you have a problem,
They're always there, in a thrice.
Now the proprietor of this establishment,
She's really very kind,
Always has a friendly ear,
And never does she mind.
The clients, they all love her,
That's why she does so well,
In her café' de palaver,
Cos this lady is just swell,
So, an ode to an establishment,
And especially…the boss,
Who always greets you with a smile,
And never once is she cross.
Way to go's'!