Just a day, just an ordinary day
Just trying to get by so I can get my pay
Serving chicken sandwiches isn’t easy
Especially when seeing how it’s made makes me queasy
It’s summer and kids are out enjoying the day
But I’m stuck inside working at Chick-fil-a

Then this man comes up wearing a suit and tie
He has this mesmerizing twinkle in his eye
His hair is slick and black, perfectly shaped
He wears these glasses that seem to hide his face

His order comes up and I give it to him with a smile
Before he could take it, a man crashed in looking quite hostile
He wore a robo-suit and had a bald head
The people around him fell to the floor in dread

I crouched behind the counter, but looked up to see the action
The other man revealed a large “S” on his chest and began the brutal transaction
As the fists flew and their epic battle ensued without a proper battle plan
I suddenly realized one was Lex Luthor and the other was Superman

Our humble restaurant suddenly became their battlefield
To think I watched it all from where I kneeled
Behind the counter I watched them fight
Smashing any obstacle in their sight
An hour later, when it was finally done,
It was Superman who stood alone for he had won

Luthor left the building shouting out his curses
For the outcome of the battle could not be reversed
And as Superman stood on the other side of the counter
I cautiously stood, still shaky from the encounter

He took his food with the most nonchalance
And gave me a tip for the trouble he had caused
Then he flew through the roof, less than cautionary
It’s surprising how this ordinary day became so extraordinary