(T0: “Grandma’s in the Cellar”, without the chorus!)
Just outside ships’ mooring,
A sea otter’s exploring
Kelp to make a fine breakfast from the sea…
Whether oyster or crab
It’s whatever he can grab,
For a table he can use his belly!
There comes another otter,
Can this old boy spot her
Aiming for a tickle from the underneath?
He loses his meal
For the lure of sex appeal,
As he settles for an interlude too brief!
These two feast together
On their backs in good weather
While they each open shells for something sweet…
Their brood is all around
Exploring the kelp ground,
As a new otter cycle is complete!