When I was a young boy I’d follow the path nDown past the dunes to the sea nAnd there on the warm sandy beaches we’d lie nThe furry old lobsters and me nThey’d whistle and squeal as they ran through the waves nSo sleek, so furry and fair nBut now when I go down to see my old friends nThe beaches are empty and bare nnSing hey hidey ho, where’d the old lobster go? nAnd his body so furry and brown? nSing ho hidey hey, have they all gone away? nFor we haven’t seen many around nnNew York sends a monster to darken our seas nCursed be the day that it came nThey are ugly and small and not tasty at all nThey are lobsters in nothing but name nThey don’t smash open clams on their bellies with stones nThey have neither whiskers nor paws nAnd the furry old lobster’s so easily crushed nIn the grip of their terrible claws nnSing hey hidey ho, where’d the old lobster go? nAnd his body so furry and brown? nSing ho hidey hey, have they all gone away? nFor we haven’t seen many aroundnNo we haven’t seen many aroundnNo we haven’t seen many around