There was an octopus called Tim,
Who thought there was no-one like him.
When he swam from the reef,
He changed beyond belief.
To look like a lion-fish,
A far too dangerous dish,
For even a shark.
'I'm a clever mimic, ' he'd remark,
To the fearful fish in the sea,
'No-one would dare attack me.
I can make myself flat,
To blend with sand just like that,
Or with one arm make,
A poisonous sea snake.
If a large eel comes looking for a meal,
I can lose all my appeal,
By changing into a fish of jelly,
To avoid entering his belly.'
There was an octopus called Tim,
But don't mention there's others like him.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A flight of fancy under the sea - and very visual for the reader. It would sound great read aloud too and children (of all ages) would listen wide-eyed!