O Prato do Dia

On the edges of a road
There was a simple inn
The food was homestyle
And the country chicken was the daily special

Owner, a man of respect
Worked there with his family
His wife was the cook
And one of his daughters was the waitress

A traveler arrived at the inn
Already late
He told the waitress
Bring me a chicken, I'll have dinner now

I'm quite late
I'll leave as soon as I finish
She then replied with a smile
Mom is up, believe me, she won't take long

When she served the table
Delicately and with great care
Excuse me, but I brought a hen
Maybe it's not cooked properly

The traveler responded
I might accept raw hen
If it's like you
I won't refuse at any time

He left with his head down
To complain to her father
My daughter, kill another hen
You can season it, but don't cook it

I'll take this hen to the table
Although my conversation with him will be short
It's the thing I detest the most
Seeing a grown man fooling around

The old man arrived and said
I brought the order you made
When the guy tried to refuse
He found himself in the sight of an English Schmidt

The deal was to clean the plate
When the owner politely said
We are open
To serve the dish the customer asks for