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Lobster For Lunch

 His face was like a lobster red,
His legs were white as mayonnaise:
"I've had a jolly lunch," he said,
That Englishman of pleasant ways.
"Thy do us well at our hotel: In England food is dull these days.
" "We had a big langouste for lunch.
I almost ate the whole of it.
And now I'll smoke and read my Punch, And maybe siesta a bit; And then I'll plunge into the sea And get an appetite for tea.
" We saw him plunge into the sea, With jolly laugh, his wife and I.
"George does enjoy his food," said she; "In Leeds lobsters are hard to buy.
How lucky we to have a chance To spend our holiday in France!" And so we watched him swim and swim So far and far we scarce could see, Until his balding head grew dim; And then there came his children three, And we all waited there for him, - Ah yes, a little anxiously.
But George, alas! came never back.
Of him they failed to find a trace; His wife and kids are wearing black, And miss a lot his jolly face .
But oh how all the lobsters laugh, And write in wrack his epitaph.

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