Above the sea there flew a lonely hawk,
so far away from home, too far to walk.
The fish he caught he did not like to eat
and all that he could think about was meat.
He was upon a ship with men with tats,
and there could eat his fill with lots of rats.
But then the ship, it struck a rock and sank,
and from then on, the rest of life, it stank.
Aug 17, 2011
Aug 17, 2011 at 9:36 PM UTC
Above the sea there flew a lonely hawk,
so far away from home, too far to walk.
The fish he caught he did not like to eat
and all that he could think about was meat.
He was upon a ship with men with tats,
and there could eat his fill with lots of rats.
But then the ship, it struck a rock and sank,
and from then on, the rest of life, it stank.
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