Table Manners

The Goops they lick their fingers,
—And the Goops they lick their knives;
They spill their broth on the table-cloth;
—Oh, they live untidy lives.
The Goops they talk while eating,
—And loud and fast they chew,
So that is why I am glad that I
—Am not a Goop. Are you?
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