"BILLY BURPED A BUNCH”

Billy burped a bunch; breakfast, dinner, even lunch

Though it bothered people Billy didn’t care

I’m just glad that no one knew us at that restaurant in St. Louis

When he burped a bunch with both his parents there

We were dining out with class, having pheasant under glass

A more sophisticated crowd you will not see

At first everything was mild, Billy was the perfect child

Then he started up his burping jamboree

As his mother looked away, his father’s voice rang with dismay

“Excuse yourself for noises you can't squelch"

Billy simply looked at him, wiped some gravy off his chin

Then proceeded to let out another belch

Next he slurped up his clam chowder burped again but even louder

I can still recall the look on his dad’s face

He slammed his fork down, paid the check, snatched up Billy by the neck

Roasted pheasant flying all about the place

Out the double doors they flew, past the valet parking too

Then we heard Billy wailing in the night

Now ever since that evening’s riot Billy’s meals are always quiet

And he’s never once again been impolite