| There was one part on there where I didn’t unmute the claps…
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| Why Must We Dine on the Tots?
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| Old grandfather Lou begged a question at supper as mother defrosted the meat
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| from the tupperware dish with the red polka dots, «why must we dine on the tots?
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| Oh grandpa!", she said, with disparaging tone, «you've been spending too much
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| of your dying alone time by reading those books having radical thoughts.
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| (radical thoughts) Of course we must dine on the tots.
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| What good were those kids before they were our food, outrageously smelly,
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| impulsive and rude.
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| Thus you know very well that the fresh produce rots.
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| So clearly, we’ll dine on the tots.»
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| I remember," said Lou, «when we all looked ahead.
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| Your rationale’s crummy.
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| Who’ll live when I’m dead?
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| My nightmares these days ties my insides to knots.
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| Oh, why do we feed on our tots?»
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| But before he could finish (but before he could finish), his daughter placed a
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| fork to his lips and transformed by the taste he exclaimed, «Oh the flavor!
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| How I savor it!
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| How did we live before dining on tots! |
| (tots tots tots…)» |