A traditional majesty rich in flavor
Displayed on our table so fine
Every shade a delicacy to savor
Pink flowers on the cloth of green pine
Gold cutlery to please your palette
With no lingering flavors of metal
I would be willing to heartily bet
That here you never need settle
In a fairy like world of rich pies
That remain only in rings of forgotten preserves
Cheerfully prepared for many a surprise
Calming and soothing any possible nerves
With psychedelic foods of fanciful imagining
On this our regal blackberry evening
