Under The Table With Her

Nobody misses diminutive offspring

Not when there's big wigs there, there

Dinner for twelve is now dinner for ten

'Cause I'm under the table with her



I give a yelp and they throw me a cutlet

Somebody pats her hair, hair

Everyone's nice to the subhuman species

I'm under the table with her



People all around the world are having only rice and tea

Two of them should come and take the place of Laura Lee and me



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