There is a secret world somewhere on an ancient brigantine.
Beached high upon a mountaintop in a sea of winter green.
The sailors gone, the story lost of how it ran aground,
But abandoned this old ship is not for by others it was found.
High up in the crow’s-nest, an almighty din is heard
And if we take a silent peek, we’ll see the strangest bird.
A parrotfish is flying high, flapping scaly wings,
Screeching at an angelfish as angelically it sings.
A spider monkey, green and red, is swinging from the rigging.
Eight arms are very helpful when you’re trying out your skipping.
Inside the ship, a dragonfly is firing up the barbie,
While zebra finch is racing home in a very mixed up Derby.
He’s neck and neck with seahorse, who then gallops round the bend,
It’s very close but zebra finch just flies by in the end.
Clownfish entertains them all by juggling under water,
Then a fearsome act performed by tiger moth and daughter.
For today’s a special birthday for someone rather swish.
The King of mixed-up Mountain
…It is the lionfish.