Bathtub

There he is just minding his own business The buoyant yellow Buddha on the sea As free as a bird he bobs along not knowing What now lurks beneath The bubbly deep The waves they lap against his useless flappers He quacks away the day in distant reverie Yet little does this feathered friend now apprehend that He's a floating feast For the beast The waters start churning The tides they are turning The surface is storming A maelstrom is forming The waves they are breaching The gulls they are screeching And from the foam there slithers into sight… Rubber Squid! – Swim for your life! Tentacles! – Please do not dive! Scissor beak! – Nowhere to hide! Rubber squid! Oh Duckie you're the catch of the day… Oh Mr Yellow You're no longer mellow You're white as a sheet Coz the squid wants to Eat you alive! Don't fight it Mr Duck The cephalopod's suck You've run out of luck You unfortunate cluck Oh Mr Duck This time you're really fucked