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Oysterdance

Here come the oysters —
I do not understand
what they are doing
up here on the land

They should be living
deep down in the sea,
but for some reason
they're following me!

Here come the oysters —
from out of the trees!
Flying around me
like a swarm of mad bees

What are they doing
swooping down on my head?
They should be sleeping
at home in their bed!

Here come the oysters —
quite far from the ocean
Spinning each other
with big twisty motions

They open their shells
and close them right back
making strange rhythms
as they click and they clack

Here come the oysters —
forming in lines
Straight, neat and narrow
like oyster-fork tines

They're starting to move:
first forward then back.
Is this a prelude
to some sort of attack?

Here come the oysters —
I think there's a chance
they want to be friendly;
they just want to dance!

Their shells making music,
the flipping around,
in perfect time
to the musical sounds

Here come the oysters —
dancing with glee,
forming a circle
right around me!

I join in the dance
We dance all night;
laughing and moving
In the yellow moonlight.

There go the oysters —
back into the deep
Our dance-time is over
and now they must sleep

I hope they come back
and dance again soon
I will be waiting
under the moon.