Plenty, plenty, plenty
Oh yes! The great pleasure of plenty

Peace and good will toward men
A glorious maxim sent from heaven up above

Cosmic rhythm in an unspoiled world
But oh how it spins in an arbitrary way
Open nets and misguided spears, no fancy mathematics
in a sleepy little village, high yield, low tide
Spider bites and desolate children, warm milk from a mother's breast
without nipples, tanned skin, curious events, so that is why we pray
No logarithm to predict the cessation of a bloated belly
or the maddening sound of a loaded prick, piercing her flesh

But look to the ocean as a fisherman will, magnificent froth
on a series of waves, a universal spirit as no one shall be denied
For this is what has been intended by the almighty up above
Spiraling in nobility, consciousness never fails for the lord will always provide,
he shall never fail
You are a chosen one selected for your faith
So let the unbelievers perish as they are subject to be killed
Everything happens for a reason so you could never be let down

In a stream there are many, thin sardines, Spanish mackerel and amberjack
coryphaena hippurus, mullus barbatus, umbrina cirrosa
swimming all about
Oh! What a beautiful day to just drop your line
waiting for a bite and a very good fish to eat

For the sea will deliver as you know it always will
Its power is old and aging, its water deep, unknown creatures that lurk,
biding their time in sea salt and brine, a miracle of wonder
a sight to be seen,
from the early morning dawn to orange skies at dusk
in still current and rippling crescents, the undulation will always continue
and with it new life forms spring forth, with the blessing of the lord it shall always be
So multiply as you will, serum and serosity, a natural ingredient for you to live upon
In good times you shall feast, in hard times you shall prosper
It is the will of god, the commandments from the creator on high
You shall be led from dense thickets and compact shrubbery
as the spirit always burns and propels you forward
Go as you will for others have survived before you, a skiffle will dance
in immaculate white robes
For ordinary people shall one day reign as king
In a celestial mix of brackish fluid they will experience
their boundless eaves dropping surge, and yet another gift for today,
as god is measureless, omniscient and absolutely absurd, a true testament
to the disquieting nature of a salty dog who has lost his master
but nevertheless has decided to come before he has returned to his humble home