Lucky Lobster Rag – Rick Drost ~Aug 2006 – Jan 2007
@Boston Hills Music

In a Tank down back of the Good Foods Store
They built us out an Ocean Floor
That’s where we lucky lobsters love to loll
They feed us scraps of hard salami
Chevre, olives, edamame
Every day: we’re on some kind of roll.

Pilgrims Thought we were fertilizer
Later gourmets learned to prize our
Springy sweet white flesh
Drybrushed with Tangerine and Salmon
Now to sell us from captivity 
Is wrong they say, but secretly
We think our great good fortune 
May have more to do with Mammon.

They wouldn’t  sell Us
No no no!
Or braise and Jell us?
Noooo.
What would they tell 
The tofu swells
And the friends of free range buffalo?

Pa got sold before our day
At a dandy dinner in old Back Bay
‘mid nutmeg, cream, brandy gladly met his destiny
His shell’s out west some forty mile
The rest of him has cleared Deer Isle
Land – he’s out in the harbor singin
“Nearer my Cod to thee”

And could they Grill Us?
Mercy  No…
Could they just Kill Us?
Nah 
They’d have to Keep us well
Or we’d cast our spell
And wilt all their radiccio

Back here my lifes like no other
Playin mah jongg with my twin brother
We dance the quadrille, sing our songs
Till a quarter after three
Till morning then we fall asleep
On cobble in a happy heap
Some shrimps  provide
   a night light
If we ever have to pee

Old friends arrive from
  Stores  everywhere
In sacks of rockweed
   Next day air
[unbanded claws
   will click applause
Such diverse  lobster tales they tell
As Hollandaise to Bechamel]

Down in Chapel Hill, y’all
   Liz Picked up a gentle drawl
Lil from Lincoln Park is always singin twist and shout
Lleyton’s back from Camden Town
His flight so long he almost drowned
And Leigh from Thousand Oaks is like
“Now what’s this all about?

And could they poach Us?
Too slow OO eee
They’ll have coach us
With Yoga classes, meditation
Ten step meetings
Each crustacean’ll
Be all the lobster she can be….

Now lobster rhymes with dinner bell
For years at sea we’ve known this well
We thought our last swim would be in
A big blue speckled pot
So every day, the chosen many,
We circle round, phase our antennae
With A lobster podcast live at noon
Give thanks for what we got

Singin Home, homard deranged
Where the rays and the seahorses play
Have you seen my life davey jonew
Swimerets swimmerets Swimerets swimmerets
Swimerets swimmerets ah oh
All I want is a cave somewhere
Shed my Shell and he’d be There
Oh wouldn’t it be lobsterly
Lucky lobsters live forever
Drinkin sparkling clementine