There’s a place that we all loved,
And I hated to see, for seeing it meant the time
At my grandparents was at an end
Located out on the Dungeness Spit,
The 3 Crabs had great food; lord, how I remember
Waddling out the front door, stuffed beyond reason,
For Grandma had to share with everyone, including a kid
Named Mike, who was already stuffed full, but
Couldn’t help himself; darn that tasty chow!
Then, one had to try to stay awake on the
Seemingly-never-ending, depressing car ride
Back to reality!
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