Wind and sea obey me now that I have
Put on you this gag me with a spoon not
To feed the meat but tender that we got
To bargain for a body please you crave
Behind the time you lost it to behave
Like him they love to hang ******* the spot
Of wood you be a deer and take a shot
At running from the aim our site forgave
Of measures more or less like barrels stare
Down at prey for limply giving reason
To keep the weapon loaded so to cede
That taste for blood your own to shed and share
With bushes becoming of the season
Cornering you to ransom that you breed.