The Pout-Pout Fish
Along come a clam
Along comes a squid,
With a wise winning grin
Quite a slender squiggly sight.
And a pearl of advice
She is squirmy, she is squelchy,
For her pal to take in:
She is slightly impolite.
“Hey, Mr. Fish,
“Hey, Mr. Fish,
With your crosstown frown,
You kaleidoscope of mope,
Don’t you think it’s time to
How about a smile?
Turn it upside down?”
A little joy? A little hope?”
Along comes a jellyfish.
Along comes an octopus
He floats through the ocean,
With eight great arms
His tentacles all trailing
Covered on the underside
In a gentle locomotion.
With tiny sucker charms.
“Hey, Mr. Fish,
“Hey, Mr. Fish,
With your daily scaly scowl,
Let me tell it to you straight.
I wish you wouldn’t greet us
Your hulky-bulky sulking
With a grimace and a growl.”
Is an unattractive trait!”