Down in the fathoms of the deep,
Where unknown life forms lurk,
Cold crustaceans quietly creep
About their business in the murk.
Light never penetrates the gloom.
Unheard of pressures leave you flat.
No air, no warmth, but bags of room
To exercise your fins and that.
Listen! You may hear whales blubber.
It is more than they can stand.
Thank your lucky stars, you lubber,
Living life out, on the land.
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