My dear little lady Miss Tam,
Was the peanut butter that I thought went with my
jam,
But, her first love was for another,
Namely, her overprotective mean mother,
Then, her next love was cabbage rolls full of
ham.
My turkey Mabel looked really nice,
Prancing around and pecking lice,
So, my turkey Mabel,
Won't be served on my table,
The restaurant paid a great price.
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