Tucked away neatly, in Wisconsin's hills
Is one of yester-year's undying thrills
On a 'Trollway' quaint, is a village small
Called Mt. Horeb, a name to reccall.
And if the pulse of Mt. Horeb, you'd feel
Then fight your way in, for Schubert's meal.
Bakery, Coffee Shop and Restaurant, they say.
It's every town's grand old 'Main Cafe.'
The service is fast, the waitresses friendly,
The food is FOOD, not Mac or Wendy,
Those Bakery delights, they melt on your tongue
Oh, the praises of Schubert's, are rightly sung.
It's Schubert's for food, but not for quiet,
Schubert's sounds much more like a riot.
With food that's good, and service so great,
The Schubert's crowd, they sure celebrate!
If in Troll country, up Wisconsin way,
Squeeze into Schubert's and make your day.
Give your taste buds an old-fashioned treat,
And friendlier people, you'll never meet. by george!