Come here and sit at my table,
What a splendidly grand time we’ll have:
My servants have set a feast before us,
A veritable banquet for us to enjoy!
Yes, pull up a chair now,
We’ll eat and drink and eat some more,
The wine and sherry will flow freely,
The boar will surely suffice for two.
We shall converse as we dine,
There will be plenty of both to be had,
For my preferences are simple:
Small talk over a large meal!
Though we chatter through the night,
And while I may seem to listen or reply,
No serious matters do we discuss:
For I don’t truly desire understanding.
Such eloquent words are spoken,
Toasting the chef, the boar, the drink!
But the focus of our talk is the meal:
Your health and wealth aren’t my concerns.