There are strange tales true,
I'm a-telling you,
In the waves off Mt. Desert Isle;
Where the ocean's roar,
Meets the rock-bound shore,
And the weather's something vile;
Where them lobsters grow,
In the depths below,
And men cast their lot to the sea,
But there's no tale told,
On that shore so bold,
Like the tale of Lobster Barbie!

Cheerily,
Charley Noble