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[A little ways away, Steve looks up from the sandcastle she's building to wave to her friend.

The Clauncher scuttles back, then begins a new stanza]

Sir, I'm not versed in customs here
Or in how things stand on land
For I was taken prisoner
Soon's my forelegs met with sand

I know not what to make of this
When unhappily intercepted
By ungainly things upon two legs
(Present company excepted)

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