Two Spoons met in a bowl of borscht, and the mood was tense. Their eyes locked passionately in love. Desire burned their every sense. Hence, They introduced themselves to one another. He said: "Hello, I'm Clarence." She replied: "And I'm Miss Prudence." Two Spoons met in a bowl of borscht; With the amorous details, we will modestly dispense. Two Spoons met in a bowl of borscht and created quite a stir. The forks found their morals most shocking and the butter knives began to demur. To be sure, They could never love another: She was caught by his lure And he was caught by her. Two Spoons met in a bowl of borscht: The proceedings we must ashamedly censure. Two Spoons met in a bowl of borscht; They spooned as long as they were able. Alas, they spooned out all the soup, and would soon be on the table. Thus in the middle of caressing one another, They began sorrowfully to weep and snivel. They exchanged one final heartfelt nibble. Two Spoons met in a bowl of borscht. They kissed in parting and whispered: "Adieu, farewell, I'll see you ladle." ***