Shindig

Take my glove, take my hat
Place my coat upon a stand
I don't care, I've got brie
You can't take my plate from me

Take me out, to the back
Where the lamb roasts upon a rack
Burn the lamb and boil the tea
You can't take my plate from me

There's no snack I can see
Since I found this bite of brie

Show me to your strawberries.

(spaceship fly-by)