It’s my sentiment that cephalopodies
Are too tentacle-enty
If they wore undue phalanges
Would they creep about; not revel seaflight?
In a gaseous burst
They could so so rough up menschies
It’s my sentiment that cephalopodies
Are too tentacle-enty

Now see the nautilus under the nether
Reveal from deep some squids upon the coast
No good inky octopus propulsions
Or gastric treats: bird-mealy cuttlebones

It’s my sentiment that cephalopodies
Are too tentacle-enty
If they source you as a danger
They will colour change to amble from sight
Thought that sly, then I cursed
Moved too slow - it swum to catch me
Then it blemished up my beautiful body
With it’s tentacle-enties

Now snaily gastropods would please Calypso
A tun refind’s a quite sharp mollusc-y
And dandy barnacles upon their small stalks
And pelycopods I always want to see

But it’s my sentiment that cephalopodies
Are too tentacle-enty
I abhor a flurry tangle
Of appendagey dishevely fright
Those jellifying, submersed,
Footy-challenged ones don’t tempt me
It’s my sentiment that cephalopodies
Are too tentacle-enty

It’s my sentiment that cephalopodies
Are too tentacle-enty
That teuthology does rankle
‘Cus they’ll greet you with a grippily bite!