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!