Sea Wurm

Pitter patter

Little prints of feet upon the sea

Running, scurrying to and fro

With a look of malicious glee

Seeking above turgid waves

At the fish gone by

Ducking low beneath the foam

Beneath the darkened sky

Opening a tooth-filled maw

Endeavoring to roar

Frightening innocent passersby

On the far-by shore

Oh, what wet and dripping glisten

Those scales of innocent terror

Oh, that pungent seaweed breath

Of that sea-wurm’s lair

So, watch that giant of the waves

Streak past in silver glory

And mind that terror of the sea

Thou sailor bold and hoary