She was a shellfish seller
She sold shell fish on the shore
He was a selfish fella
He only wanted more and more
He ate too many shellfish
six hundred and sixty six to be sure
And she went right off this fella
As he was bloated when he floated she saw
She saw this selfish fella one last time upon the cliffs of Mor
And then balloon and belly flopped and was not seen no more
Oh what a selfish fella
To eat all dear Clemmies Clams
Now she shall sell jelly made out of yellow yams
There is no use in yelling, they say to her and swore
But her earrings are nautilus shells that sing of the swaying shore
So shell shocked sheltered shelly
Fell flat and flatly floored
The cat of catkin kevin
Who drew new blood with her paw
Poor poor Peter Peregrine
Peregrinated the parade
Picking off pecking pigeons
As they parambulated the promenade
Flashing like a farthing
The starving starling flew
As if out the gulags of Stalin
Into the freedom of the blue
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