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Lost soul awashed upon yon shore during a mediterranian storm.
I sat and spoke to seals and swans and splashed them with the squirming prawns.
'Grandmother Whale' they burped and moaned.
They squiggled, squeached and belched and groaned
Begone from me you harlot fish.
Sing sailors to death, your scaly swish.
My family eats your friends and foes
from the bottom of the sea, no one knows
what goes on in our deep bowels.
My salty eyes watch your death throes.
Eat up my ocean, burn my land.
Beached up on your shores, my last stand.
I sat and spoke to seals and swans and splashed them with the squirming prawns.
'Grandmother Whale' they burped and moaned.
They squiggled, squeached and belched and groaned
Begone from me you harlot fish.
Sing sailors to death, your scaly swish.
My family eats your friends and foes
from the bottom of the sea, no one knows
what goes on in our deep bowels.
My salty eyes watch your death throes.
Eat up my ocean, burn my land.
Beached up on your shores, my last stand.