Face of the Clam

Face of the clam
You know who I am
Still waiting inside for my break

Peaking out early
Sounds kind of burly
And showing could be a mistake

Just to keep hiding
Could be so inviting
Just how much time can you take

How was it keeping
They thought I was sleeping
The face of the clam was awake

Facing the facts
Can require tact
And tax us as well in the doing

The cold wind was black
It leaped through a crack
And no telling what it was brewing

As wide as the wind
Its mouth was so thin
I finally know who I am

But who was in charge
And who led the barge
And where is the face of the clam