Octopus

We watch the skies for aliens
But we should watch the seas
For among us swims the octopus
An alien, if you please

He can change is size and color
And texture at his will
And disguise himself like anything
A clever sort of skill

You know he has prehensile arms
When startled, he shoots ink
More incredibly, scientists are learning
Just how this creature thinks

He has half a billion neurons
He keeps outside his head
They lay all along his arms, which means
His arms can think instead!

Those arms can find hidden items
Take a lid off of a jar
Make tools from natural objects
And even more bizarre

Those arms may even be conscious!
Now there’s a thought to shock
Eight creepy aware tentacles
You know, Let’s get off this dock!