[Verse 1]

A fish in a sinkhole

Waiting for the fleet to show

Over flesh and fishbones

And the imaginary sand below

[Verse 2]

In marshes wet and windblown

Swimming but the fins are slow

Swallowing the brimstone

Needles in the throat and bones

[Verse 3]

The needle is a reptile

Turning narrow heads and smile

Look for bees and sandflies

Obeying but the will of hive

[Verse 4]

A fly so young and callow

Can never make a ship aglow

But big fish in a sinkhole

Waiting for the fleet to show