A reign of terror flying past
When I first heard I had quite a laugh
Look up in the sky, flying shark
Teeth like knives that bite in half
Things get weird. I take up the slack
I’m the man for the job or I’ll eat my hat
Laser-guided orcas live without water
Fitted with wings, engines, mortars
Old-fashioned grit and I fire like this
“Let me try” -oh I insist!
Aim, fire, strike with a tiny risk-
Oh blimey, spoke too soon- I missed
Shark repellent is ineffective
London's done for chums, I’ve wrecked it
Sharks are landing, grey and vicious
On the other hand this hat tastes delicious
Anyway join this place that totally ain't full of crack and bull
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