Glaucous Harbor

(the barnacles)

Me monicle is steamed
My other eye is dead
My nostril stink to high heaven
They’s evelution in me head.
I’ve paid for all me dreams,
eaten most down whole
But one got stuck down my throat
a rattletrap
‘I heard you’ve got a soul,
I ‘heard you’ve got a soul, my dear
‘eard you have a soul
I felt you in the morning
I missed you at the roll
I stopped you burning quiet at night’
they sang
Deliver me or skoal!