I have an oyster,

Who loves moysture,

Screaming to get out,

He's such a killjoyster.

 

Yummy and plumpy,

When we eat him he gets grumpy,

Nice decoration on your oysterplate, 

But he gets a lot of oysterhate.

 

O was an oyster,

Who lived in his shell,

If you left him alone, 

He felt perfectly well.

 

Charming oysters, I cry,

My masters, come by,

So plump and so fresh,

So sweet in their flesh.