The Starfish

The Starfish By Elton Camp Starfish in the ocean dwell Without a brain they do well With just a simple nerve net For their needs are all set They aren’t some lowly worm But a symmetrical echinoderm Equipped with a spiny skin One taste and never again Predators they need not fear To them will now come near Water into their madreporite Make tube feet work just right If they get into an oyster bed Soon, many of them are dead Oyster shell starfish separate The contents slyly then ate Males and females look the same A mate they’ve no need to name Both do the things they oughter Shoot eggs and sperm into water They will meet in the open sea The next generation come to be Offspring they give no care But have plenty to spare It could be easy for one to wish A life as simple as the starfish