A shark with no teeth is hardly a shark
he’s a horse without horseshoes, a dog with no bark.
He’d let himself smile if only in dark,
‘cause a shark with no teeth is hardly a shark.
He swam in the seas off an Argentine coast
but unlike other sharks wouldn’t brag, wouldn’t boast.
When he tried to make friends with the schools he liked most
they’d swim and disperse like they’d just seen a ghost.
He didn’t fit in with the others like him
because rather than bully, he wanted to swim.
His outlook on life was really quite dim
since he wallowed in pity, in grievance, in grim.
Then one day he was crying a quiet decree
(since you cannot see tears when they’re cried in the sea)
and just as he lisped out a whispering plea
“Why cant I find thomone whothe lonely like me?”
“Who’s there?” came a voice with the tiniest sound
“You’ll never solve anything moping around.”
“I can’t help it,” he said then he turned and he frowned.
“Well everything lost surely has to be found!”
“But you don’t underthand how different I am.”
“Why, surely I do! I’m a pearl with no clam!
I s’pose on the land, I’d be glitz. I’d be glam,
but life is a quiz, is a test, an exam!”
“Let’s look at your gifts: you’re as big as a boat!
You can swim when all I do is aimlessly float.
I haven’t a clam, I haven’t a coat.
When you don’t like your song, you find a new note.”
Then for once, the shark finally smiled in the light
when he realized the pearl with no clam was quite right.
And rather than whimpering night after night,
the shark traded dim for a new life of bright.
So, a shark with no teeth is surely a shark
he’s unique and he’s special – a far cry from stark.
He’s now exclamation, no more question mark;
‘cause a shark with no teeth is surely a shark.