Happy as Clams

CLAMMY:

Some want to be a whale in the sea but not me.

 

GRABBY:

Or perhaps a shark but not me. 

 

JELLY:

I think he’s a meanie.  

 

CLAMMY:

And before I’m on linguine. 

I’d like to clamor for your attention.

There’s something I’d like to mention. 

I’m happy as a clam

 

CLAMMY:

Your turn!

 

ALL/AUDIENCE: 

I’m happy as a clam.

 

GRABBY:

Some say you look like a stone, sitting in your home alone. 

 

CLAMMY:

But my shell is AOK, keeps my troubles at bay.

What do I say? Poor me! No way! I’m happy as a clam! 

 

ALL/AUDIENCE:

I’m happy as a clam

 

FLUKE:

Is your happiness folklore? 

Most have two feet …even four.

 

CLAMMY:

I limp across the sand with one

 

GRABBY:

and it looks like a tongue.

 

CLAMMY:

But I’ll get there, I swear, by gum! 

I’m happy as a clam.

 

STOMACH:

   How can you be happy as a clam?     You don’t have ears, eyes …a chin!

 

CLAMMY:

   But I do have the best organ of all — a stomach!

 

STOMACH:

   Awwwwwww.

 

CLAMMY:

I don’t have ears.

I don’t have eyes.

 

ALL:

But the darkness can’t disguise,

beauty rising like a tide,

soft and squishy right inside.

 

STOMACH, STAR OF THE SEA:

Of me! (Yum!)

 

CLAMMY:

Of me!

 

FISHERMAN and GRABBY:

Of me!

 

FLUKE and JELLY:

And me!