For Big Chris

At Coney Island there was a seal Who used to stand guard at the Ferris wheel He bit a child so he had to move Now he's a curator at Le Louvre He was eating his lunch, a tin of sardines Imported from the Philippines He chewed too quickly and spat on the Mona Lisa That's why he had to depart for Pisa He leaned on the tower To admire a flower But he was so strong He made the tower straight So off he popped to the State of Kuwait But there was nothing of importance there So he just retired. To Canada. The End.