MARTY had this plan to move his life into the ocean —
not that he loved the sea with any special devotion.
He'd mark a piece of sea floor and call it all his own
The coral would be bulldozed and the seaweed would be mown.
Nothing'd come twix Marty and his snazzy beachfront home.

He'd have big fluorescent lamps run by electric eels
and for his household pets he'd get a pair of seals.
His starfish-studded Tudor would look just dreamy.
He'd bring his fiancee, whose name happened to be Mimi.
They'd sleep on pearly beds and have all-you-can-eat sashimi.

The time came when Marty had all his plans in place.
He had his waterproof prospectus in his waterproof briefcase.
He brought some rubber gear that was designer made —
but something happened to Marty as he began to wade.
Something that made him turn the sea a shade of lemonade.

Next time ye go aswimming, bear this fact in mind:
There are simple laws of nature that are much older than time.
The line between ocean and land is a very strict border.
The sea was warning Marty but he ignored its order:
MOST SHARK ATTACKS OCCUR WITHIN THREE FEET OF WATER.