Donald the Angry Octopus

Donald the angry octopus was keen to rule the sea;
All he had to do was get the others to agree.
He flattered all the flatfish, the flounders and the dabs.
He tried his very hardest to be civil to the crabs.
He used his twisty tentacles to tickle timid fishes,
(Though when they said that he should stop, he just ignored their wishes.)
For Donald didn’t truly care for fishes or for shellfish –
He only really loved himself; he was entirely selfish.
And very soon he found kind words were sticking in his gullet;
He didn’t want to chat up cod or parley with a mullet.
And when the catfish criticised and said that he was mean,
Big Don, he showed his temper (it was something to be seen).
He didn’t like Miss Catfish and made no attempt to hide it,
The tide was flowing his way and he was going to ride it.
Support for Don was growing in this underwater nation
(It’s hard to be warm-hearted when you’re only a crustacean.)
The limpets, in particular, supported cruel Don’s notion
Of keeping out the snappers from their special bit of ocean.
And when the mackerel challenged, saying: ‘How low can you sink?’
Big Don just smirked his meanest smirk and squirted him with ink.
Don was vain and mean and sneaky, but here’s the funny thing:
The fishes and the shellfish made that octopus their king.