The Clam
There once was a clam
In a shell on a beach
By a rock under sand
At low tide out of reach
Till a boy with a hat
And a pail and a rake
Moved the rock and the sand
And the clam he did take
Said the mom of the clam
“I could not be prouder,
Good luck little clam
You’ll make a fine chowder!"
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