Are Clams Happy?
I have a friend who's just retired,
He says he's happy as a clam;
He asks me, though, just how we know
It's as a clam, happy I am?
Who's ever asked a clam how he
Or she is feeling just right now?
Whenever I have asked a clam
He just (or she) clams up - and how!
I wonder if we think they must
Be happy in protective shells;
We root for them, but maybe they
Don't want our wishing they be well
When cast ashore by some big wave,
Exposed to seagulls passing by;
For they keep smiling, come what may,
Like saying, happy, still, am I.
Scott L. Barton
In honor of W. Kenneth Williams
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