I am a clam.A clam I am.I often engage in foolery.I dress in hatsand coats and spatsand gaudy flamboyant jewelry.The clothes I wearwith flash and flairare part of my notoriety.I fancy fursand boots with spursand vests of a wide variety.So bring me suitsand hats and bootsand cover me up in finery.Then buy me gownsand capes and crownsbefitting a dandy dinery.Yes, give me shirtsand sequined skirtsand swaddle me all in flashiness.I do not careif what I wearis truly the height of trashiness.I need a dressof such excess,it couldn't be any louder.There's just one thingyou mustn't bring;I'm really not fond of chowder.