Sofia, Kong Kee, the Dab and the Dory

Sofia the large sandy crab Afraid of a life too drab Took to the sea With her cousin Kong Kee And a six spotted floundering dab Oh Kong Kee now this is the life No worries no trouble no strife Shoulda done this before She got hit by an oar And that was the end of her life The dab and Kong Kee carried on To finish their cousins swansong The smell of fishrot In a new fangled pot Was the end for the cousin called Kong Now the dab swims alone in the bay While the sun shines he's still making hay For he's back whence he went Pocket money all spent And so happily, blissfully gay Dab met a small fish on the way Who aspired to become a great ray He ate as he must Til his belly did bust And he ends up as soup o' the day There's a moral in each little story So never go hunting for glory You'll end up on a plate Tryin' to mimic a skate When you're really a small johnny dory