That lobster, greenish, brownish,
With his claws immobilized
Will soon be in hot water,
Turning red before our eyes!
He's delicious to the palate,
Every morsel picked with care;
On our plate his red shell glistens,
Bearing witness he was there.
...that lobster...greenish, brownish,
Turning red before our eyes
Will assume another feature
When we wear him on our thighs!
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