Phil was able to set the table
Faster than anyone could.
You’d look all around,
But just hear the sound
Of linen, glass, metal and wood.
Just what Phil looked like
No one was sure,
Far and wide
He was known
As a clonk clanking blur.
The guy who would come for any event,
In a big purple palace, or pretty pink tent.
But Phil moved away,
Didn’t know what to do
When folks started eating in front of the tube.

INVIA LE CORREZIONI