The Yankees like their coffee, and
The English love their tea,
But I don’t care for anything,
Which makes a freak of me.
The Germans like some wine with meals,
I’m fond of none of these.
In answer to “What will you drink?”
I answer, “Nothing, please.
“Just serve me spuds and lemon pie,
Some gravy, beans, and meat,
And understand please, if you can,
That when I eat, it’s NEAT!”
by Ray Romine Tuesday, September 11, 1951
