If he had to put dibs in.
Likes all his shrimp jumbo
And when he orders, it takes
A shovel to serve his Baltimore crab cakes.
Likes all kinds of pets
But he has no use
We don’t want to be nosey
But why do the #Giants even appear
At games in odd-numbered years?
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