Checkered Lunch

Before, it was solid with no change Those, not content were looking to rearrange Although it seemed like nothing for a bunch It was the struggle for a checkered lunch They desired less white, white, white Black and white was the only thing in sight Although it seemed like nothing for a bunch It was the struggle, for a checkered lunch Many suffered, through agony, and fear For you see, 1860 was not, the year Although it seemed like nothing for a bunch It was the struggle for a checkered lunch They arrived to Woolworth for drinks and joy But were awaited with contempt, you here, boy The fantastic four started something to win They stayed together in order to sit in Although it seemed like nothing for a bunch It was the struggle, for a checkered lunch A lunch that could be white, black, white, black and white and black To the end of the table Oh, could it be unable? It was able for sure, oh for it was stable It was mighty alright They sat for checkered lunches and mixed up brunches And desegregated dinners for they were the winners No longer, is there a constant type of one There are several many more mixed up and done Although it seemed like nothing for a bunch It was the victory they had won for a checkered, lunch