Oliver the Octopus is talented indeed,

In the ocean orchestra he’s all they ever need.

With one arm he conducts, with another arm he strums,

With another two he bangs a beat upon the ocean drums.

With his fifth he holds a flute and he blows a pretty tune,

The notes sound out so soft and sweet that all the mermaids swoon.

His sixth arm holds an oboe. His seventh arm, a cello.

He really is amazing, this aquatic, music fellow.

He wears a dashing suit and is always looking sharp.

And with his final arm he plays upon a golden harp.

From North and South, from East and West,

From upstream and down under,

Sea creatures swim from all around

For this eight-legged wonder!