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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.
Written by: Robert William Service

Book: Reflection on the Important Things