There was an old man from Nantucket
Who carried his clams in a bucket
His daughter Nan said
"Those are my clams instead!"
And as for the bucket, Nan took it.
He'd raked them up from the sea bed
Which left his hands all chapped and red.
"But I love shellfish!
Don't be so selfish!
I'll grill them and share them with bread!"
Nan said "Look, old man, here is the dish:
These littleneck clams are delish.
I won't give 'em up
So if you would sup
on something else, say what you wish."