On the boardwalk where the flop-flips lay,
A young fellow named James saw gold through the gray.
With a belly empty, as air in the night,
He walked past the beach ball bushes, no hazards in sight.
He looked up at a sign that was thirty feet high,
Two arches of gold that went combing the sky.
He whipped open the door like someplace he'd known. And smelled something so good, a pigeon would go. There were fries golden, and crispy and tall, And a burger so big it could crush a beach ball.
The counter-man smiled with a snort and a grin,
He shot back, "Step right up kid, let the dinner begin!"
James ordered a Big Mac, ketchup, hot fries,
And a cool Coca-Cola, with refills in his eyes.
He took a big bite of that burger of thrills, then the hymn of angels came over the hills.
He leaped off his seat and he hollered a cheer:
"Oh, Maccas, I hold you so dear!"
He devoured the good eats, he guzzled the drink,
He didn't stop once to consider or think.
With his tummy packed tight and the hour grown late,
James saw himself home through that old wooden gate,
Knowing, come next morning, at quarter to eight,
He'd march right back in, for a McGriddle plate.
-james