Oscar the Octopus
Oscar the octopus opened his eyes:
Oscar the octopus got a surprise.
Over the sea-bed there glided a shark:
It was blocking the sunlight and making things dark!
So off to his den, Oscar started to swim:
He was hoping the shark wasn’t hungry for him!
Of course, do not think of an Oscar unarmed,
But even his eight might not keep him unharmed!
Oh, one other weapon he had, to confuse:
Some ink in a squirter he’d open and use.
But reaching his rock in a crevice to hide,
With eight arms all aching, he crawled safe inside!

Nice octopus poem, Monty.