Crawdaddy

Crawdaddy, Crawdaddy! A true tale of woe. It’s into the boiling hot water you go. With spices a-pleasin’ Springtime is the season, And you’re the real reason For the beaches, you know. Crawdaddy, Crawdaddy! It’s off with the head. But I’m not a sadist; You’re already dead! Crunch exoskeleton, Split open the tail For one tasty morsel, Never does fail! Crawdaddy, Crawdaddy! You can’t eat just one; You’re up to your elbows Before you are done. Try as you may, You won’t get your fill, But you’ll keep on trying: A delectable thrill.