"Near the water, life feels good, Where a bright stone palace, Palenque, stood. Step through the door, let hunger holler, Flavor arrives in full, bold color. For food with south-of-the-border flair, Here’s the place I order, right over there. Salsa snaps while fresh lime chimes, And chips keep crunching in double time. Michelada, red and ready, Chile sparks, yet cool and steady. Salt on the rim, lime tucked in, That savory, zesty sipping begins. A lively cousin to Bloody Mary, Lighter and brighter, bold and merry. A little bit thinner, a sure-fire winner, Perfect beside a Palenque dinner. Negra Modelo, smooth and mellow, Dark and fine in the glass’s glow. Sip it slow, let good times flow, Where the friendly faces come and go. Fajitas arrive with a hiss and flare, Tacos stack while spice fills the air. Enchiladas roll, rich sauces pour, One tasty plate leaves you wanting more. Ancient Palenque knew throne and stone, This Palenque makes Beaver Dam its home. A palace of plates, a kingdom of cheer, With mighty fine food and an ice-cold beer. So raise that glass beneath friendly skies, With lime on the rim and a smile in your eyes. Cheers, amigos, to flavors that please… Peace. Piece. Peas."