This is about a group of otters being rude to a crocodile. Friendship is built. |
There once was a posse of otters. Who called themselves the trotters They lived in African waters Often fighting about who was hotter They traveled around the globe Looking for places to go To have fun and play water polo The otters were the best Better than the rest Even if someone were to put them to the test While on their journey Their mother would worry Until they got home She didn’t want her babies to roam For fear of them running into crocodiles Her least favorite people On one of their breaks home The littlest named Joan Was swimming in the water When a crocodile got her! He said he only wanted to play He had been lonely since May Just swimming in the bay All by himself Because his teeth were so large And his skin was so scaly All of the other animals thought he was scary Little Joan spat in his face And sprayed him with mace So the poor crocodile would cry for days Then the Globe Trotters swam away All of the otters made gagging gestures Even the oldest Jonah Mc’Jonester They hated that croc So they decided to mock Every movement he made The meanness never seemed to fade Then Joan got a thought But it was bad because It was the evilest idea Any otter had ever had Joan yelled “listen up!” To her brown furry clan You better pay attention Because I have a plan They all gathered around Stepping in closer To hear the small otters sound She whispered it quickly All ears listening in The Jonah turned away Looking sickly The crocodile waded in the water Feeling sorry for himself He was left out again So he swam to his rock shelf That poor crocodile Didn’t know what was coming So he sat amongst the kelp Weaving his body through it all Until he got stuck And needed help Joan led the trotters To grab all they needed The smallest otter walked so tall Boy! That Joan was conceded She barked orders At each of her siblings Though Jonah was quite unwilling Grabbing rocks and ropes And an old fishing net No one could stop her now She had her mind set “Krickey Mate”! Yelled the croc “I’m stuck in the kelp!” He wiggled and wriggled and squirmed But no matter how hard he fought He still needed help He wished he had more friends To defend him Going off a whim He uses his last breath To yell as loud as he can Jonah Mc’Jonester Heard a strange sound He went to investigate Taking leaps and bounds He couldn’t believe what he had found He dove under the water Swimming with all his might Deciding right then and there he wanted to fight Jonah looked at the croc And saw fear in his eyes To the crocs surprise Jonah bit at his restraints He grabbed the rocks and started to rise When he removed them all The croc started to fall He started to race Moving his fastest pace He broke the surface All the other otters started to fuss So the croc and Jonah swam away Leaving that day playing water polo So now that you see How mean otters can be No matter how different Big or small Everyone is the same No matter how tall So don’t feel ashamed If you feel different Because everyone deserves a friend No matter how it ends. |