Can You Guess?
Can you guess of whom I speak?
He has no claws and he has no beak.
No fangs nor feathers nor fleece nor fur.
And he won’t get upset if you don’t call him sir.
Whilst not renowned for being a mobster,
He crushes and eats many a lobster.
You’d probably part with your hard earned dollar
If I told you his body can change its colour.
In the encyclopedia me finds
There are over fifty different kinds.
Though not much bigger than your fist,
Don’t cross him off your friendship list.
The smartest of all invertebrates,
I proudly class him as one of my mates.
His legs aren’t long, but they number eight.
I think this creature something great.
I tell you of the octopus,
Who lives his life with minimal fuss.
Should one of his legs be gone without trace,
Another one grows back in its place.
Why do I like the octopus so?
He’s resourceful and quiet and not too slow.
But I think it’s his kindness which sets him apart.
I guess I’d be the same if I had three hearts.