The cucumber is a cautious vegetable
Not given to audacious schemes
Its growth obeys the laws of botany
Joys and sorrows has it not any
But sometimes it dreams
The salmon is a bold adventurer
Plunging far up distant streams
On and on it swims victorious
Laboriously glorious
But sometimes it dreams
The cucumber struggles through the foam
The salmon snuggles down in loam
Alas! These dreams can never be
They only meet when I have tea
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