They sashay past in navy skirts

And crimson ties around their necks,

Little hats perched on heads.

Champagne? they call,

Pushing trolleys down the aisles.

Peanuts? Pretzels? Chicken? Beef?

And then they disappear

Behind that velvet curtain

Where the magic people live,

The ones with money, fame,

People more important than you and I.