Song of the Shrimp I saw three shrimp in the water, two were old and gray I swam a little bit closer and .. I heard the third one say Goodbye mama shrimp, papa shake my hand Here come the shrimper for to take me to Louisian' Here come the shrimper for to take me to Louisian' He showed his mama and papa, the shrimp newspaper he read An invitation to all the shrimp and this is what it said Free ride, New Orle ...