What’s that hum of electric schemes
Heard in the midnight’s hush?
Doshik’s a machine that redeems
All with Korean noodles’ rush.
Doshik won’t let students starve,
Nor clerks, cops or school kids too.
All who’ve tried will always carve
This food, and nothing else will do.
On the corner, as you prepare
Your tasty Korean ramen,
You lift your face to heaven’s air
And softly whisper: Amen!
