The Sunken Treasure

Down, down deep, where sunlight sleeps, On the ocean floor, secrets it keeps. Coral castles, bubbly and bright, A playground for fishes, a magical sight.

A grumpy old Pirate, with beard long and gray, Cried, "Shiver me timbers! My treasure's astray!" He'd dropped his gold doubloons, shiny and bold, Now lost in the ocean, so the story is told.

A stripy little Fish, with fins all a-flutter, Heard the Pirate's sad sob, and swam in a clutter. "Oh dear," squeaked the Fish, "What a terrible plight! Perhaps old Ollie Octopus can help shed some light!"

Ollie Octopus, with arms long and grand, Slid through the seaweed, a tentacled hand Reached out for the Pirate, "What troubles ye, mate? Perhaps I can find it, before it's too late!"

They searched 'neath the clamshells, and over the rocks, The Pirate with bubbles, the Fish with small shocks. Ollie squeezed through crevices, dark and so deep, Where shimmering seahorses silently sleep.

Then suddenly, Ollie, with a jubilant squeal, Uncovered a chest, with its treasure revealed! Gold coins all gleaming, a glorious gleam, Woke up a starfish from a watery dream!

The Pirate, he cheered, with a hearty "Ahoy!" And hugged Ollie tight, with uncontainable joy. He gave Fish a gold coin, a prize bright and new, "My thanks to you both, for seeing me through!"

The Pirate now happy, with treasure restored, Knew friendship was richer than all he adored. He sailed to the surface, beneath the blue sky, With Ollie and Fish, waving a fond goodbye!