A shipworm, the humans call me,
Cuz I like to bore into wood.
Really, saltwater clam I be,
A yard long when fully grown good.
I have two shell valves at one end,
Which I use to burrow into
The wood, then bacteria lend
Help - digest cellulose, they do.
The bacteria and their waste
Provide me with nutrition fine.
Of course, I have no tongue to taste,
But eating's not a must of mine.
'Termite of the sea' - I'm nicknamed.
More news of me, I wood be famed.
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