Fork and Spoon and Baby
The fork and the spoon wondered what their baby would be
I think he’ll be a fork, the fork said confidently, a fork like me!
His wife the spoon kept quiet, but she kind of wanted a spoon.
When they got a spork that looked like her, she was over the moon.
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