The Call
I called 911, fearing the chef was dead,
Cause he slipped on an onion and fell on his head,
I had no first aid kit or hospital bed,
Just kitchen utensils and dough for ringed bread.
Luckily the voice told me just what to do, Had me form a bagel big enough for two, It rose ’round his neck so I think he’ll pull through, ‘Cause this brace keeps his head from moving fro and to.
Luckily the voice told me just what to do, Had me form a bagel big enough for two, It rose ’round his neck so I think he’ll pull through, ‘Cause this brace keeps his head from moving fro and to.
