When the Sharks Go A-Strolling
When the sharks go a-strolling
the reef’s a dismal place.
Anenomies curl up tight
and the clownfish hides his face.
The corals close up shop
and it’s a sad sad day indeed
when the seahorses chomp their bits
and the sea cows all stampede.
“Oh, those nasty fangs!”, they cry
“Oh, those long sharp teeth!”
“Whatever shall I do,
if they take a bite of me?”
When the sharks go a-strolling
the reef’s a dismal place.
The octopi all run and hide
and the clownfish hides his face.
Starfish wink right out
and dolphins cease their play
but the sharks just keep a-strolling
along their merry way.
