Tell Me Octopus

Tell me Octopus, I begs,
is those arms or is they legs?
What ever they are, such a tangle,
from your ugly head they dangle.

Tell me please, you I beseeches,
does you walk or does you reaches?
Questions now grow so much bolder
is them hips or be they shoulders?

What a sense of humor God,
to make this here Cephalopod.
Hey let me go, unhand (or foot) me…
has me now, well, how could that be?

Ooh, your head is soft and squishy,
such a rude and ugly fishy.
Question, please, my last one (could be),
why's your mouth where your butt should be?

Don't look at me with that big eye.
I’m leaving now. Let go! Goodbye!
No questions more as I retreat me.
I'm so glad you didn't eat me.