I like to dive and sift the silt beneath the ocean’s floor,

The seafood doesn’t realize my mouth’s an open door,

I sometimes find a fish to eat and bring it to the top,

I like to turn the fish around to let its head first drop.

 

But while I flip that fish around, a seagull ventures near,

And grabs my dinner from my mouth, without apparent fear.

It means I have to go back down and find another fish,

Perhaps a flounder or an eel  will now become my dish.

 

 

I bring my dinner to the top before I start to eat,

It’s easier to show the world my manners can’t be beat,

But best of all what pleases folks is when I eat the bugs

That later would have turned to pests and stung them on their mugs.

 

I help to keep the ocean clean, especially the floor,

Quite naturally they love me best, so what’s not to adore?

In my tuxedo I look smart, as smart as I’m allowed,

I’m dressed up in my special suit, and make my kind so proud.