He’s a normal human father
Who wears a normal suit
And has a not-so-normal salty smell
He’s grilling for his family—
—and none of them can tell…
…that Octodad’s an octopus
‘cause he’s disguised so well

Octodad’s a pro at grilling!
A master of the meat!
His burgers are a work of beefy art!
The juices make them sticky
And tough to pull apart…
But every burger’s made
With lots of love and octoheart!

He’s allergic to black pepper
But still a seasoned chef;
A natural with a spatula and flame!
He’ll flip each tasty burger
And sear each side the same…
…he’s a gastronomic cephalopod
And Octodad’s his name!

Octodad is getting thirsty…
There’s lemonade nearby
He’ll grab a glass and pour himself a drink
Something smells a little smokey…
I can’t imagine why
But the grill has caused a burning beefy stink-
Octodads burgers are burning!
The grill’s ablaze!
That hot sauce is not helping
Save those flammable entrees!

Wait! That cloth is far too flimsy
To put out your burning meal!
Watch the wind! And mind your step
For that banana peel!