I am a Beautiful Fish,
They call me the Herring King,
I wear a crown of amber,
My subjects are a myriad.
My coral palace roof,
Is scraping the surface,
And sometimes I hear,
Hulls cracking against it.
When torrents of rain,
Beat on poor souls above,
I see wondrous things.
Bring them on!
Ambra and Patchouli,
From the southern Seas,
Gold, Silver and Emeralds,
Of the Spanish Main,
Jaguar skins and,
Rich men dressed to kill,
Silent young slave girls,
With limbs cold and round -
What's hidden from you,
Is here to be found.
I am A Beatiful Fish,
They call me the Herring King,
I wear a crown of Amber,
My subjects are a myriad.
From Port Royal to Öshima,
My Kingdom stretches on,
From Ivory Coast down to Tasmania,
The Ocean's what I call my home.
When the Kraken,
Starts a-drumming,
And the sea-worms sing,
The Orchestras Of the Deep,
Make music for their King,
The Tritons and the Mermaids dance,
With long lost mariners,
In our pavillions of seaweed,
We don't care about the woes on Earth.
From Port Royal to Öshima,
My Kingdom stretches on,
From Ivory Coast down to Tasmania,
The Ocean's what I call my home.

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