Whats that thing swimming with the big Shiny teeth?

SPLASH, went Dave, with a roll and then a poll

And its not east to swim with the paws of a mole

Dave couldn't breathe, couldn't swim, couldn't move

It was worse than that moment he was stuck in the groove


He looked up and then down and then side to side

But nothing seemed to be at his small aid

Dave then did the only thing a Molemullian knows to do

He thrashed and he dashed moving his claws through and through


But all this trashing and dashing about

Was now serving attention to a fish, not quite a trout

No this was a shark and a mean one at that

But no shark that you or I have ever seen at bat

The End

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