In the cage where I was born
Lived a rat who went to sea
And he told us of his life
In the land of submarines

So we went out to the pool
Where we found a sea chlorine
And we lived beneath the waves
In our hamster submarine

We all live in a hamster submarine
Hamster submarine,hamster submarine
We all live in a hamster submarine
Hamster submarine,hamster submarine

In the interest of accuracy, that’s not a submarine. It’s a submersible, or perhaps a diving bell. A submarine is an autonomous vehicle, not tethered with an airline like this thing, and in the navy where the real subs are, they would never waste something as valuable as a hamster in one, preferring instead to fill them with sailors like my childhood friend Tom K. AKA “Fish.”

(Thanks to the Ancient Rhyming Mariner at American Digest for sending that one along)