The Walrus and the Tamarin
Advance to Marvin Gardens.
"Mein Herr," touts Tam, "I bear fruit jam.
Enjoy some, 'fore it hardens."
"Unless it's plum," responds her chum,
"I'll leg it, begging pardons."
The Walrus and the Scorpion,
Two guests at Mobile's Ball,
Sit, by some chance (strange circumstance),
like flowers 'long a wall
When blurts the bug, "Let's cut a rug...
'Less y'all prong'd palps appall."
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