By the docks of Bikini Bottom, the sun dips low,
SpongeBob laughs where the jellyfish glow;
Patrick drums on a coral can,
Squidward sighs, “This was not my plan.”
Krabs counts coins, Sandy flips in the air,
Gary meows like he just don’t care;
The grill cools down, the day is done—
But tomorrow brings more fun, fun, fun!
So wave goodbye to the pineapple light,
Dream of Krabby Patties all through the night;
The sea gets quiet, the moon says “see ya,”
Until the flipper flips on the reef’s pan pizza!