The poem reads as follows: He bangs his wings on the table! - Still no service! - What's the matter with that waiter! - Wow! Smell that roast biff! - Ah! he takes out a stick of dynamite - Brr-ump! That should teach them! - But nothing happens! - Of course, obviously, the dynamite of an angel that size - Does not (unfortunately) pack very much of a wallop. -- Source of annotation: Marvin or Ruth Sackner.