I’ve seen ‘em clap with slickered flippers
Heard ‘em bark when time for nippers
Glide through water effortlessly
Preen for onlookers shamelessly
Nap and snore on sun splashed dock
Wiggle their whiskers on wave washed rocks
Line up in row…waitin’ for the next meal
Now assassination is in the repertoire
Of a trained…Seal
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