The Lobster.

Lobsters haven't any feet,
    But they have lots of claws;
Yet lobster meat is good to eat,
    And this is strange, because--
A dog is never good to eat,
    And yet a dog has paws,
And so have cats, and so have rats
    And so have other kind of brats.

A lobster then, so to speak,
    Is, my child, an awful freak;
For if you get him in a stew,
    He'll blush quite red and glare at you.
Yet if you eat much lobster salad,
    It will make you very pallid.

Edwin C. Ranck

Edwin C. Ranck was an American lyricist noted for his work in the early 20th century. He was a prolific writer and his lyrics were often characterized by their humor and wit. One of his standout works is the poem 'The Optimist', which reflects his positive outlook on life. Beyond that, little is known about his personal life or career. He remains a somewhat obscure figure in literary history.

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