" title="Brittle Star Robert Chandler
Sardine Song
Once I was a free
Spirit in the sea,
Playing with my mates,
Swimming out on dates.
Then they shaved our fins
So we’d fit in tins,
Chopped off tails and heads,
Packed us into beds
Where we lie confined
Till the day you find
Nothing left for tea
Save my friends and me,
Waiting to be spread
On a crust of bread.
Spirit in the sea,
Playing with my mates,
Swimming out on dates.
Then they shaved our fins
So we’d fit in tins,
Chopped off tails and heads,
Packed us into beds
Where we lie confined
Till the day you find
Nothing left for tea
Save my friends and me,
Waiting to be spread
On a crust of bread.
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