Puh-leeaze

  Pre-date me in the errant notion

       Of time and glacial movement

   Mt. Lyell and 

  The foghorns of right now

    The ice melts

     The fog is here 

   Today the ships are coming in

 Great seabaring ships of night and day

    We lubbers of land

   Whisper our notions

   Of hatred and guile

    Those that do

Those that are

   Those they

We walk the dryline 

   And whisper the hatred

And then forget

   And walk on

Into showers

   And towels 

 And drink