. . . how about this, since I can't give it to you that way:


Verse Two of "Foie Gras (Gluttony)"


The maître d'hôtel has the eye of an eagle:
Maladroit! Maladroit!
He inspects every dish before giving a regal
Ça va, ça va.
The guests are assembled, and greet with applause
Each mountain of food as it comes through the doors
With the licking of chops and the champing of jaws:
FOIE GRAS FOIE GRAS ...