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Being from the South, there’s one thing for sure;

I love crawfish, and always want more.

The spices are a delight, and the corn and potatoes are great;

I’m always satisfied, with what I ate.

I’ve heard this before, and I always laugh at it;

It’s a wish for Heaven, that no one will get.

They say they want, to be reincarnated as a crawfish;

Don’t get me wrong, it’s quite a good wish.

The reason being, their tail would be pinched and their head would be sucked;

Better than a chicken, that would be plucked.

On eating crawfish, here’s my advice;

Never touch your eyes, or your privates, not once or twice.

You’ll feel the burn of the spices, and it will hurt;

Then obscenities, you will blurt.

I love crawfish, I can’t say it enough;

If only getting the meat, weren’t so tough.

There’s an old myth, about how crawfish came to be;

I believe it to be true, as told to me.

When the French came from Canada, this is by word of mouth:

Their pet lobsters, followed them South.

And by the time, they met up again;

The lobsters, were very thin.

This is a story, I laughed at when heard;

But you can take it, for my word.

I love my mini lobsters, with butter sauce;

Eat them up, then make a good toss.

Nothing beats, a good family crawfish boil;

Especially, after a week of hard toil.

I’ll eat crawfish, until I’m dead;

Pinching the tail, and sucking the head.

And in Heaven, it’ll be my first request for something to eat;

Having crawfish with loved ones, is hard to beat.

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