| Down by the sea lived a lonesome oyster
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| Every day getting sadder and moister
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| He found his home life awf’lly wet
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| And longed to travel with the upper set
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| Poor little oyster
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| Fate was kind to that oyster we know
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| When one day the chef from the Park Casino
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| Saw that oyster lying there
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| And said «I'll put you on my bill of fare.»
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| Lucky little oyster
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| See him on his silver platter
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| Watching the queens of fashion chatter
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| Hearing the wives of millionaires
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| Discuss their marriages and their love affairs
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| Thrilled little oyster
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| See that bivalve social climber
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| Feeding the rich Mrs. Hoggenheimer
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| Think of his joy as he gaily glides
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| Down to the middle of her gilded insides
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| Proud little oyster
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| After lunch Mrs. H. complains
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| And says to her hostess, «I've got such pains
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| I came to town on my yacht today
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| But I think I’d better hurry back to Oyster Bay.»
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| Scared little oyster
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| Off they go through the troubled tide
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| The yacht rolling madly from side to side
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| They’re tossed about till that fine young oyster
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| Finds that it’s time he should quit his cloister
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| Up comes the oyster
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| Back once more where he started from
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| He murmured, «I haven’t a single qualm
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| For I’ve had a taste of society
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| And society has had a taste of me.»
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| Wise little oyster |