a macabre transcription
Upon a disc o’ Purified TIN,
Wrapp’d in Seal’s hide
And seal’d in a chest o’ SILVER,
‘Merg’d out yon lately Permafrost
‘Mid Whale bones askew the Tide-
POINT BARROW, ALASKA.
On Good King Crab O let me dine
Whence I to Death my Fate consign-
And leave me at Point Barrow Fair
To feed a prowling Polar Bear!
And let that Polar Bear embark
To satiate a Greenland Shark!
And let that Shark be snatch’d amid
The tendrils of a Giant Squid!
And let that Calamari Slick
Be slic’d & dic’d by Moby-Dick!
And when that Whale to Death descends-
Give Good King Crab the dividends.
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