Whenever you are in the mood
For something special, something good,
Why not visit Mizu’s kitchen
Where you will find a good selection
Of delicious dishes by the dozen,
Bread fresh baked straight from the oven,
Crisp lettuce leaves in salads charming,
The products of organic farming.
And Mizu himself will welcome you
Then with a smile will lead you to
A table with cloths in red and white,
Bring snacks to whet your appetite
While having drinks and looking over
The items in the menu’s cover.
Yes, Mizu’s a friendly genial host,
Honest and sincere he seems to most,
But sometimes one senses he wants to hide,
Something he’s bottling up inside,
And occasionally when caught off guard,
His features are fierce, his eyes are hard,
And his walk, a confident swaggering gait
Exuding authority at every pace,
Where does it come from? Was he in charge
Of battalions of soldiers fighting in wars?
Nobody knows, and he won’t reveal
Why he wants his past to conceal.
And, of course, there are people who say
He worked for the dreaded Kempeitei,
Or that he commanded prison camps
And at the inmates would rave and rant,
And beat and torture sadistically
In order to show to them that he
Had absolute power, that he could decide
Just who should live and who should die,
And when people sometimes confront him
With these tales he shrugs and grins
And says what I am is what you see,
I’m sure I have no enemies,
So let’s not worry about the past,
But make our present friendship last.