Whether pickled form or fresh,
So around the rugged rascal,
We weave a wire mesh,
Hang shore side sea shells for décor,
And cover from the rain,
Leave warning signs all around,
To make our motives plain,
That Peter Piper picks no more,
Until our tongues untie,
And we can speak to others safely,
Without spitting in their eye.
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