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You cannot eat iambic feet
     Served with a tasty sauce.
You cannot ride iambic feet -
     They’re nothing like a horse.

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You cannot pick them from a tree –
      They’re nothing like a plum.
They march across a poetry page 
      di DUM di DUM di DUM.

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I AM, I AM, I AM, I AM –
      Oh hear them loud and clear!
I AM, I AM, I AM, I AM –
      Oh, there’s nothing much to fear.

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Don’t try to spread them on your toast,
      The taste would be too sweet.
Just keep them for your special poems –
       Those fun iambic feet!

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