An Inky Dream Under The Sea

Once There Was A Squid

Once there was a squid

Who dreamt of being swiss

In silents depths of sea

In swarms of cuttlefish/

He suddenly woke up

And muttered "What was that?

Me being man of Switzerland

Felt morbidly celestial!"

He shaked his head, he danced,

He clapped his eight long arms.

He hoped that it would help

To turn him into man of highs.

Yet he was still a squid

A slimy, wet, white beast.

He squited out dark ink

And thought "I'll just suicide."

So he swimed to the top

And jumped above it all.

He opened his damp eyes

To find him man of Switzerland.