There was a hungry, little otter
Who lived down by the sea.
He would eat most anything-
Foods from A to Z.
Kelp that he would find afloat
Along the water's edge.
He would eat any grass, or weed
Or straw or sedge.
His Mother and his Father would
Then offer him his plate.
When a short time had passed
Not a thing he hadn't ate!
And he still wanted more!
He looked over at his brother.
He asked, "If you're not eating that,
Mind if I take another?"
He dug up little clams he found
Buried in the sand.
He first would wash them nice and clean,
Then eat them with his hands.
He would chase the little fishes,
And then would eat them with some chips.
He would pick through all the stuff
Dropped by people off of ships.
The pink and orange crabs were
His favorite by far!
The hungry, little otter
Ate in the sea and on the shore.
The spines on purple urchins
Offered no deterrence-
He would go and search them out
On more than one occurrence.
The hungry, little otter never seemed
To get enough.
It seemed to fill his tummy
Was really very tough.
He ate every morning and
Never stopped til night.
When Mom would tuck him into bed,
Warm and nice and tight.