Last night, while I lay thinking here,
Some Whatifs crawled inside my ear
And thought of dining all night long
And sang their same old Whatif song:
Whatif Berkeley serves grilled cheese?
Whatif Saybrook's ice cream doesn't freeze?
Whatif Calhoun's dinner's awful?
Whatif Commons made the waffles?
Whatif I don't get any pie?
Whatif I get sick and die?
Whatif students woke up for brunch?
Whatif weekends offered us lunch?
Whatif the Doodle record was possible?
Whatif Branford's lunches were flossable?
Whatif the Bulldogs didn't fumble?
Whatif I went to eat in Trumbull?
Whatif they served breakfast at night?
Whatif other students ate at Timothy Dwight?
Whatif I knew where Pierson was?
Whatif I knew what the kitchen staff does?
Whatif Stiles wasn't Morse's cohort?
Whatif something rhymed with Davenport?
Whatif soup was cheap at Au Bon Pain?
Whatif the food was good at Silliman?
Everything seems like hell, but then
Where to eat? The Kosher Kitchen!