A very grandiloquent Goat
Sat down to a gay table d'hote;
He ate all the corks,
The knives and the forks,
Remarking: 'On these things I dote.'
Then, before his repast he began,
While pausing the menu to scan,
He said: 'Corn, if you please,
And tomatoes and pease,
I'd like to have served in the can.'
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