There's Room At the Table
Come to the table in my father's house.
Why we'd even make room...
for a wee tiny mouse.
The table it grows...
as the need may arise...
you may see a friend there...
don't you be surprised.
We serve all kinds of food...
from soup to dessert...
all foods they are listed, so no feelings get hurt.
Although everyone is welcome...
we turn no one away...
there are some who are more needy...
what can I say?
The lonely...the ill...the weak...and the poor...
those who are fearful of what life has in store.
We offer neat items like sweet chocolate we care...
better known in the earth bakery as chocolate eclairs.
There's also joy jello and respect a la mode...
which is served on the back of a big greenish toad.
So if you find yourself lonely or sad...mad...or hurt,
come to my fathers table...
even if just for dessert!
P.R.Deremer
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