I'm fond of pate,
And caviar, too
Though oysters, I say
Must be fried or in stew.
Escargot and squid,
I, now and then, want
And I'll flip my lid
For a crusty Croissant.
One time, in my youth
I even ate rabbit.
I've had a sweet tooth
And can't kick that habit.
For tart rhubarb pies
Or lemon meringue
I'm sated with sighs,
A slave to the tang.
Some crab with soft shells
Brings joy to my dreams
And I can hear bells
Over berries and cream.
But when I choose food
Coming into my mouth,
None murders my mood
Like that one from the south.
Okra.
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