On the DC-8, a plane of the elite There were twelve first class seats Where the well-mannered, finely dressed Were served a seven course feast
Lobster and shrimp, caviar and champagne Soup and cheese, fruit and dessert, Vintage wines and Cuban cigars All to be savored and enjoyed with zest
But working in the first class galley Was not a dream, as one stewardess found When a Chateaubriand came rolling down The aisle with a startled bound
But no extra meals on board, So she washed it off, stuck it back in the oven And the Chateaubriand was saved, no problem! Though first class passengers were never shown
The chaos in the galley, behind the curtain Where stewardesses worked to serve The elite in their finely dressed attire On the DC-8, a plane that could truly deserve The title of luxury, in the skies above.
