its skin was green as moss;
& everywhere that Mary went,
that lobster brought its claws.
It followed her to work 1 day,
that was against the rules;
It made coworkers scream & shout
to see it puncture holes
in the outrigging,
causing everything to go spinning,
sinking down into the bubbling gray abyss,
ne’er to ‘scape ‘gain.
& there the lobster still remains,
scuttling with so much fun,
down @ the bottom o’ the sea
with Mary’s skeleton.