Beneath the frothy, foamy tide,
Where wimbly-wobbly sea beasts hide,
The jellyfoot pranced with a clatter and clap,
Its tentacle-toes in a rhythmic tap.

The jellyfoot wiggled, the seashore shook,
With squishy steps and a sideways look.
“Oh, what a world!” it blubbed with a grin,
“To have such fine flippers where feet have been!”

A frilly, frilly, frick-frock,
It skittered past the tick-tock clock.
“Beware!” it cried with a gurgled roar,
As jellyfoot danced on the sandy floor.

A-pittery-pattery jellyfoot flattery,
Danced through the waves with splish-splash clattery.
With a wobble and wiggle, it spun round the sea,
Chasing the whispers of a squiggly spree.

With no one to tell it what to be,
It embraced its authenticity.
With jellyfeet that flippity-flap,
And toes that wiggle in a silly-slap-snap!

So on it danced, both bold and free,
A jellyfoot marvel beneath the sea.
Its flippity-flap, a joyful sound,
In a world where it finally felt unbound.