Meeting the Soupers
Have I got clean socks on?
I really must be sure
I wouldn't want my souping buds
To smell the green manure
That pile I trod in earlier
It really was a stinker
It's crucial that
My new compadres
think that I'm a thinker.
(And NOT a heavy drinker)
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