Buffet Farewell: Until We Meet Again

The lights are turning low now, the diner's heading home. The silver trays

are whispering, "You will never be alone." The salad bar

is wilting with a gentle leafy sigh. While bacon begins

to murmur as its quietly says goodbye. But though the doors are closing

and the night begins to bloom, we know the morning sun will

melt away this gloom. 'Cause the buffet's closing soon, but

this isn't the end. Each dish calls out farewell like

a long lost friend. "Adios," cries the tacos with a warm