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.
Oysterdance info:
Author: Mike Popovic
Written: ~2002
First Published: October 2004

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Notes:
A good example of an idea that comes out of nowhere. At some point, the phrase "here come the oysters" popped into my head, and I liked the rhythm of it. The rest flowed fairly quickly.