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Blue crabs dance beneath the sea.
Do you think they'll come and dance with me?
I'll write a letter in the sand
To ask them here to dance on land.

Blue crabs laugh, still far away.
No gullible crabs are here today.
"A dance with you ends in the pot
You like us best when we're red hot."

1985ish

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