Arrr, one fish a fisher does not make,
toil and trouble has reaped the reputation you cannot take,
a set of plastic doors and a weak poisoned lake,
like all before who came from Up, you are a fake,
millions of tonnes, thousands of bottles, hundreds of maids, make no
mistake,
I've drank more sea than you've sailed o'er, for fuck sake.
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