Your post reminds me of the late great blues guitarist, Albert Collins, and his song, “Don’t Go Reaching Across My Plate”
I saw AC three times at our local jazz club...and he always had a twinkle in his eye and was really enjoying himself and the crowd.
— Excerpt —
“At a party last week, there was some high-class folks
Ev’rything on the table, an’ that ain’t no joke
They had barbecue possum, rattlesnake gravy
Chicken fried skunk, an’ it smelt real crazy
Ev’rything went fine, but one thing made me blue
A cat reached across my plate, for some armadillo stew
Now when you at the table, you act real nice
You say, “pass me that” or “pass me the platter”
But just because you hungry, an’ happen to come in late
Don’t you go reachin’, across MY plate”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UKIHAvTuDEQ
Yet another great one gone. God rest his soul.