One more try on that first verse:

There are strange things true, I'm telling you, in the waves off Mount Desert Isle,
Where the ocean roar meets the rock-bound shore, and the weather's somethin' vile;
Where the lobsters grow, in the depths below, and men cast their lot to the sea,
But there's no tale told, by those shores so cold, like the tale of Lobster Barbie.

Cheerily,
Charley Noble, on break from wrapping presents