In Walla Walla

(To the tune of “Que Sera, Sera”)

When I was out in Washington
There was a waiter
Serving some bread
Oddly repeating
Phrases to me
These are the things he said

“In Walla Walla” (accent on each “la”)
“We practice redundancy”
“With all of our repartee”
“In Walla Walla”
“Now you see, you see”

At first it seemed so very odd
Such repetition
All of the time
Then I got started
Echoing words
Often with simple rhymes

I said “blah blah blah”
Absorbing the zen, the zen
I was born again, again
Saying “blah, blah blah”
(So I said, I said)

Now I’m a resident out here
Leading a wine group
Newbies say, “Hey!”
“Should I try white ones?”
“Should I drink red?”
Here are the words I say

“Drink Syrah, Syrah”
“Because there won’t be, Chablis”
“And no Pinot Gris, no Gris”
“Drink Syrah, Syrah”
“Be like me, like me”