From what I see
You seem like a tub sailor
And I foresee
A barbarian and a vile outcome
As they barely open the faucet
A disaster is shimmered
In your wish
To own the biggest trawler
Maybe they??? die/cap you???
And a wave might still send you
Against the tub's enamel
Or against a rubber duck
I have faced the waves of the seven seas too
And I was the comandant of a bow's fleet
But the solitude and some disillusion
They sing to me like this
You miss a lighthouse keeper
Who wards the light off of your eyes
Who points you to the piers
There are so much illusion in life
Why to hear so many lullabies?
I've already lost my faith
You go there against the ducklings
Let me saile this bow
From what I see
From the fish you fished
From this size
It shrank or went shrivelling
Or it dissolved itself in the bucket
Or there was never any fish
And the stew of potatoes and onions
Was cooked without onions or potatoes
Not a pan to put them there
May you never run out of tuna cans
I've been swung
By the mermaid's singing
I took her in
Made her fillets and fed her
Might digestion be conscience or reason
That I hear in me
You miss a lighthouse keeper
Who wards the light off of your eyes
Who points you to the piers
There are so much illusion in life
Why to hear so many lullabies?
I've already lost my faith
You go there against the ducklings
Let me saile this bow