I noticed them when I walked in; they were sitting in a booth.
They seemed a very loving couple, for two so long of tooth.
I saw they were a happy pair, they’d talk and then they’d laugh.
But when their fries and burger came, the man divided them in half.

The man then calmly sat and watched his wife consume her share.
Throughout this funny ritual, I couldn’t help but stare.
My curiosity was great, were they too poor to buy two meals?
Now I had known hard times myself, and I know how real hunger feels.

I walked across to where they sat and politely told the pair,
“I’d like to buy another meal so that you two won’t have to share.”
The woman said with twinkling eye, “We know that it looks kinda funny
But we divide things out of love and not for lack of money.”

When Joe divided up our meal, it wasn’t just because we’re thrifty.
To make a marriage work, you know, it must be fifty-fifty.
So I asked Joe’ “Why don’t you eat?” His answer was quite brief.
“I will as soon as Sally Mae, gets finished wiff our teef.”