It’s my pity party I want to host
So I walk along the wintry coast
The foamy sea greets the sandy beach
The former snail homes, within my reach and
The clumps of black seaweed, all doth teach
When I feel unworthy or afraid
Mother Nature’s here to save the day
She whispers something that I quite relish:
It’s good to be a little shellfish
So why not call on me and ask for kelp?
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