It was Wakko's birthday and across Burbank
Mr. Plotts had Yakko and Dot to thank
Wakko had just one tiny wish
He wanted Mr. Plotts table to eat as a dish
Yakko tried to substitute it with pine
Dot smelled it and said that it wasn't fine
Time after time trying through the night
They tired as Dot said, "Why can't I get this table right?"
They went to Atalkez and the to Borre
Where Perfect Lights cut the legs close to the floor
Soon Borre was thrown far to the side
As Wakko came in, pushing the door wide!
Wakko pulled out his muster and his bread
Put one over the table, then in lowered his head
This meal with Mr. Plotts behind it he did relish
As he chewed and swallowed and said, "Delish!"