Tall Tuber eschewed sophistry
As he explained the world to me
God’s figurine I am I am
And thank heavens not a Clam
Sweet Clam replied with hurtful smile
She, as he, employed no guile
The whole tureen– divinity!
When first you take a sup of me
In kiss-me apron, silly vest
God prepares to serve his guests
Clam, meet Tuber, how’d you do
Has everybody tried the stew?
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