The sea on trial surprised to find
Its own dark floors the jurors,
The fishes called as witnesseses,
And the waves the bailiff
Pleads its case worth, mouth, beast, best,
I'll go along with just about anything
Some people try not to eat too much
Some other people try to eat enough
I will truly go along with just about anything,
but refuse to not be killer for even just a minute
Just another flag-mentality I guess
Just another fold cut across the sky
Blame the stock-market floor's choreography
Blame the common man's sense of geography
Nothing bounces one's step like hitting bottom
Oh the fogbow surface takes its stand
Oh the fogbow surface is in dazzling command
Oh the fogbow surface judge's robe flows