When Carth Carves the Gizka
Slipstreme
We all look on with anxious eyes
When Carth Carves the Gizka
And Revan almost always sighs
When Carth Carves the Gizka
Then all of us prepare to rise
And hold our bibs before our eyes
And be prepared for some surprise
When Carth Carves the Gizka
He braces up and grabs the fork
Whene'er he carves the Gizka,
And won't allow a soul to talk
Until he's carved the Gizka.
The fork is jabbed into the sides,
Across the breast the knife he slides,
While every careful person hides
From flying chips of Gizka.
The platter's always sure to slip
When Carth Carves the Gizka,
And how it makes the dishes skip!
Potatoes fly amuck!
The squash and cabbage leap in space,
We get some gravy on our face,
And Carth utters Rakatan grace
Whene'er he carves a Gizka.
We then have learned to walk around
The dining-room and pick up
From off the window-sills and walls
Our share of Carth's Gizka,
While Carth growls and blows and jaws
And swears the knife was full of flaws,
And Canderous laughs at him because
He couldn't carve the Gizka.