I are a ‘apply little oyster,
just lurking in me shell.
lying on the ocean bed
suits me very well.
I don’t go far from where I are,
cos I am quite attached.
I lets me foughts go wandering
and as done since I ‘atched
.
No matter where they wander.
matter where they roam.
They don’t have far to look for me,
cos I’m a stay at home.
The oddest foughts go frough me head,
while safe beneaf the drink.
Cos when you can’t go very far,
you ‘as to sit and fink.
I wonder can a ‘addock sing?
or a codling ride a bike?
Are mussels ever muscle bound, ?
do crabs come out on strike?
I’m a native of these waters
that’s all I claim to be
a’appy little oyster
wot lives beneaf the sea
.
ivor or ivor.e hogg
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