The Ebb and Flow
By The Skipper
I swim among
Ebb and flow
No shaky ground for me
No dusty wind
No muddy feet
No need to hug a tree
I love my cave
My spangled suit
I love my home 2O
Though dark at night
It’s not too bad
It’s with the flow I go
Come dinner time
You never know
With such varietea
A Cephalopod
A Briney shrimp
The menu might be me.
I have no boat to stay afloat
I can but sink or swim
I take each day with brush and sway
I take it fin by fin
The sea is vast
The crowd disperse
My garden patch I roam
It takes all types
Of gills and stripes
To make a lively home.
So come on in
Take a swim
A splash, a plunge or dip
No undertow to drag you down
No way to drown or slip.

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