no order

The sunny cool weather

Sebastien walks the boardwalk

Smiling as he takes his time

The trolley rolling down the road

By the cafe he stops by

On his baby chair he watches

The waitress gives him the menu

He flips around burying with his head

He concentrates to read

What are those black letters here and there?

He doesn't know a thing

He pretends to read

Then he shows his face

The waitress looks at him

“May I have your order?”

Sebby just returns the menu