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If You Lived Under the Sea


If you lived under the sea, who would you be?
You have plenty to choose, from A DOWN TO Z!
Many things to consider, when you make your decision-
Let's look at all options, and choose with precision!

If you lived under the sea, who would you be?
Would you protect clown fish, like the ANEMONE?
Would you attach, like a BARNACLE, to the keel of a ship?
Or be a deep sea COD, later eaten with chips?

Where would you swim, if you lived under the waves?
As a DOLPHIN, would you just play in the bay?
Or snake like an EEL, under coral and rocks?
Venture onto the shore, where the FIDDLER CRAB walks?

Who'd be your friends, if under the ocean you dwelled?
A GIANT SQUID, with its tentacles, if you felt so compelled?
Or the flat HALIBUT, laying close to the ground?
Or would you crawl with the ISOPODS you found all around?

How would you move, if you had a watery home?
Would you propel gracefully, if you had a JELLYFISH dome?
As a KILLER WHALE would you glide, fast full of power?
Float like LEAFY SEA DRAGONS, that look like a flower?

In the sea where you'd live, in what house would you dwell?
A MUSSEL you say? In a long, bi-valve shell?
Could you live under the ice, like the long-toothed NARWHAL?
Or live like the OCTOPUS, hiding in coral?

In the ocean so deep, what size would you be?
Super tiny like PLANKTON, or other algae?
Or super skinny, like QUILLFISH, who seldom are seen?
Or a large REQUIEM SHARK, aggressive and mean?

What would you eat, if under the water you swam?
Would you act as a STARFISH and pry open a clam?
A TILEFISH eats small crustaceans for lunch,
While UMBRELLA SHELLS mostly feed on the sponge.

What kind of skin would you have, if you swam with finesse?
Would you be a VAMPIRE SQUID, who can bioluminesce?
Have a WALRUS' tough skin, but with lungs, and no gills-
Or wear scales like XIPHIAS-swordfish with long bills?

If you lived under the sea, who would you be?
A YELLOWFIN TUNA, swimming fast and so free?
Or choose ZOOPLANKTON, the tiniest to be?
If you lived under the sea, who would YOU be?
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