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I said, “I’ll take the T-bone steak.”A soft voice mooed, “Oh wow.”And I looked up and realizedThe waitress was a cow.I cried, “Mistake–forget the the steak.I’ll take the chicken then.”I heard a cluck–’twas just my luckThe busboy was a hen.I said, “Okay no, fowl today.I’ll have the seafood dish.”Then I saw through the kitchen doorThe cook–he was a fish.I screamed, “Is there anyone workin’ hereWho’s an onion or a beet?No? Your’re sure? Okay then friends,A salad’s what I’ll eat.”They looked at me. “Oh,no,” they said,”The owner is a cabbage head.
