The Dish and the Spoon
There once was a girl we called Spoon
Because of her round bottomed moon
When Hey Diddle Diddle
Tried to play with her middle
The Spoon said I don’t play that tune
Another gal we called the Dish
The object of my nightly wish
She was every man’s dream
But played for the wrong team
She walked with a sway not a swish
Then on a bright June afternoon
Their eyes met and they both did swoon
Then you know the rest
Despite our protest
The Dish ran away with the Spoon
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