It's All The Same To The Clam.

Thanksgiving Dinner's Sad And Thankless. Christmas Dinner's Dark And Blue. When You Stop And Try To See It From The Turkey's Point Of View. Sunday Dinner Isn't Sunny. Easter Feasts Are Just Bad Luck. When You See It From The Viewpoint Of A Chicken Or A Duck. Oh How I Once Loved Tuna Salad Pork And Lobsters, Lamb Chops Too Till I Stopped And Looked At Dinner From The Dinner's Point Of View.

I Said, "i'll Take The T-bone Steak." A Soft Voice Mooed, "oh Wow." And I Looked Up And Realized The Waitress Was A Cow. I Cried, "mistake--forget The The Steak. I'll Take The Chicken Then." I Heard A Cluck--'twas Just My Luck The Busboy Was A Hen. I Said, "okay No, Fowl Today. I'll Have The Seafood Dish." Then I Saw Through The Kitchen Door The Cook--he Was A Fish. I Screamed, "is There Anyone Workin' Here Who's An Onion Or A Beet? No? Your're Sure? Okay Then Friends, A Salad's What I'll Eat." They Looked At Me. "oh,no," They Said, "the Owner Is A Cabbage Head.

Anything Can Happen, Child. Anything Can Be.

There's A Polar Bear In Our Frigidaire-- He Likes It 'cause It's Cold In There. With His Seat In The Meat And His Face In The Fish And His Big Hairy Paws In The Buttery Dish, He's Nibbling The Noodles, And Munching The Rice, He's Slurping The Soda, He's Licking The Ice. And He Lets Out A Roar If You Open The Door. And It Gives Me A Scare To Know He's In There-- That Polary Bear In Our Fridgitydaire.

So Please Get Your Rags And Your Polishing Jars, Somebody Has To Go Polish The Stars.