At the ’Quarium Tom Paxton

Oh, the shark, shark, shark
Comes a-swimming in the dark
He’s ferocious and he’s hungry every day
In the foaming ocean tide
The little fishes run and hide
'Till the great big shark will swim away

At the 'quarium, the 'quarium
Where the fishes make their googly eyes and stare-ium
And the other little fishes come and marry 'em
At the 'quarium, where we can go

Now the octopus’s charms
Are its long and slender arms
They’re as long and they’re as sticky as can be
And the octopus’s fun
Is to hug its honey buns
But I don’t believe I’d like it done to me

At the 'quarium, the 'quarium
Where the fishes make their googly eyes and stare-ium
And the other little fishes come and marry 'em
At the 'quarium, where we can go

Now the swordfish has a sword
It would stick right through a horn
So he swims just about wherever he pleases
Who would ever have supposed
He’d have a sword instead of a nose?
It makes you wonder why he does whenever he sneezes