While singing sailors sang
The sanguine signs of Sam
Who's on a Samsung ship
Who's paying with his lip
The service of the seas
Slip ship, slip,
shibboleths and fifths
In harmonies of seven heavens
On the lonesome seas
So down to the lowlands
the lady of the lake stands
Upon the water's fake glands
And shakes hands
With Jesus
She is such a shanty or a Canty Katy
Pantry of Pandas
Alexander of Anders in the Andes
She is showing,
shining the showers
Of golden lining
No silverware is whining
To be polished by the sea
But the shore is sibilant
shibboleths
of batholiths
and will-o-the-wisps
of fairy kisses
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