That song's been in my head all week having learned a Great White Shark has been snacking on seals off South Beach in Chatham.
Official advice to beachgoers: "Don’t swim with seals, don’t wear seal suits."
Selectman Ronald J. Bergstrom, doing his best Larry Vaughn, said he was not concerned about shark sightings scaring away tourists.
"All I can tell you is the town is packed, and I don't see anyone rushing back over the bridge," he said.
"But, as you see, it's a beautiful day, the beaches are open and people are having a wonderful time. Amity, as you know, means 'friendship.'"
I’m miles away from Chatham. I'm familiar with the stats. I watch Shark Week every year.
There hasn't been a fatal shark attack in New England since 1936. According to GreatWhite.org, Great White Sharks have been responsible for only 63 deaths worldwide since 1876, with a mere 232 recorded non-fatal attacks worldwide. And most attacks were supposedly cases of mistaken identity.
I know the facts from the fiction.
Yet all I hear in my head the voice of Mr. Quint. "Bad fish...This shark, swallow you whole. No shakin', no tenderizin', down you go."