When you're born with eight legs It practically begs For you to be of style and grace. The truth happens to be, I'm sure you can see, Eight legs is a lot in one place. They go here and there, They don't seem to care. They don't move where they need to go. Stuck on coral and reef, It's beyond belief With eight legs that I still move so slow. They're out of control And it's taking its toll. I've sideswiped some shrimp that were crawling. And I tripped on that eel- And watch out for that seal! Oops! I just sent him sprawling... Other creatures all laugh At all of my gaffes, That is when I am not a menace. For when your legs are all tangled, And your neighbors you've mangled, It doesn't matter if you'd be great at tennis. Folks think I'm shy. That's really a lie. I just want to avoid all the mess. When you have eight left feet That all seem to compete,
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