This is how two octopi became legendary,
Called Norman and Harry,
With a daring escape,
That will make your mouth gape.
One day they saw the sea on television,
And made a rather bold decision,
To find a real home,
Where they'd be free to roam.
When their humans went on holiday,
To a place they were sure was far away,
Both squeezed through a gap,
And undid a travel bag's strap,
Sliding into a child's case,
Next to a teddy bear's space.
Once on a plane,
Out they came,
This cephalopod pair,
High up in the air.
Through one more hole,
They had sight of their goal,
Saying, "It's really true,
The sea IS blue! "
Down they fell,
With the briefest farewell,
Each changing shape,
To look like a cape.
You have to salute,
These two living parachutes,
For finding the sea,
Setting themselves free.
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