I’m a tourist, and I play,
Just a fool on holiday,
Yes, I saw the crododiles,
On the beach, back several miles.
Goodness gracious, says the fish,
Lady thinks she’s such a dish,
Well, she could be, for a croc,
Hope she doesn’t get a shock.
Don’t go scaring her too much,
Obviously out of touch,
She’s more worried ’bout the shark,
That is lurking in the dark.
It’s a quiet day, you know,
No need to alarm her so,
Did you see her splash in fear,
When that seaweed strand came near?
Where she came from there’s no sun,
And she has no swimming fun,
Not this early in the season,
She’s just nervous for no reason.
Don’t you kid yourself on that,
I attack in seconds flat,
But I’d rather wait ’til night,
Then I’ll take a hefty bite.