The sea is big

The enormous blue waves

Splashing onto Dave

All the little fish

Go swimming back to their mothers

While the waves roll on

Till harp

Thunder sounds

Then all went quiet

Not a sound to be heard

As everybody waited for the storm to continue to brew

But alas, as everyone held their breath

No sound came out but a little squeak

Which belonged to a mouses, as he said,

“Surely the storms over, for no sound can I hear,

Not the howling wind nor the sound of pattering rain,”

So all went on back to work

But who knew

For the sly little storm had waited,

And waited for all to go outside

When suddenly,

All went dark as the rain came pouring down

All who were tricked,

Were soaked all over,

And that is that!