The sea men are at the shore
And the boat is brimful of them
The short, the tall and the fat and the slim
Neat shaven and the unkempt.
The fish will see nets and hooks
And assorted traps from the tribesmen.
The sea is to be sanitized
By a horde of hungry men
Even fish eggs and debris
Will have no hiding place
The sea will be clean
And they call it change!
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