She thinks that this is such a lark.
Her finger lingers always on repeat;
I can't escape from Baby Shark.
GoNoodle had to make its mark
By driving parents mad into the street.
She thinks that this is such a lark.
I might be free, but then -- O hark
That damn Jaws theme song starts, the singers bleat.
I can't escape from Baby Shark.
She stares at me, her manner dark,
Hits play, and smiles, then runs on nimble feet.
She thinks that this is such a lark.
This earworm turns my future stark
Not even Moves Like Jagger can compete.
I can't escape from Baby Shark.
I move ahead without remark.
If I ignore, I may make my retreat...
She thinks that this is such a lark.
There's no escape from Baby Shark!
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