when i was a young boy i d follow the path down past the dunes to the sea and there on the warm sandy beaches we d lie the furry old lobsters and me they d whistle and squeal as they ran through the waves so sleek so furry and fair but now when i go down to see my old friends the beaches are empty and bare sing hey hidey ho where d the old lobster go and his body so furry and brown sing ho hidey hey have they all gone away for we haven t seen many around new york sends a monster to darken our seas cursed be the day that it came they are ugly and small and not tasty at all they are lobsters in nothing but name they don t smash open clams on their bellies with stones they have neither whiskers nor paws and the furry old lobster s so easily crushed in the grip of their terrible claws sing hey hidey ho where d the old lobster go and his body so furry and brown sing ho hidey hey have they all gone away for we haven t seen many around no we haven t seen many around no we haven t seen many around