Wilbur White, the Waiter

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I’m Wilbur White, the waiter,
at the Cafe Turpentine,
where I wait on all the customers
who might come in to dine.

The restaurant’s always empty
for, although it’s rather sad,
our poor chef can’t read a cookbook
so his cooking’s really bad.

You’ll find me every evening
sitting twiddling my thumbs,
as I hope and pray for customers
but no one ever comes.

It’s really very lonely
and the hour grows ever later
as I sit and wait on customers;
I’m Wilbur White, the waiter.