“We’d Like The Quiche Hor’deurves, Hop-Sing”

I’d like to treat the world to brunch,
We’ll dine like we were kings.
Eat all you please, our chef’s Chinese.
We just call him Hop-Sing.

We’d like the quiche hor’deurves, Hop-Sing.
Cook to perfection, please.
Serve it with Coke - so I won’t choke,
In front of company.

We’d like the quiche hor’deurves, Hop-Sing.
Bring Hoss some black-eyed peas.
For me, a plate of buff’lo steak.
And Little Joe wants brie.

I'd like to feed the world for once,
On sweet and sour lamb.
Let PETA pout and vegans shout,
We just won’t give a damn.

We’d like the quiche hor’deurves, Hop-Sing.
Don’t cook them rubbery.
And if you please, the Beef Bernaise,
You cooked in Season 3.

We’d like the quiche hor’deurves, Hop-Sing.
So hop to it tout suite.
Chow down the bacon Hoppy’s makin’,
And then we’ll toot real sweet.

Hear the big bang….