Fisher's Chant Leslie Fish
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Come up, come up, oh sweet thresher shark One of us today will die One will go down the other one's throat Beneath the pitiless sky.
The earth is thick with the numbers of men The poisoned soil grows cold So out we go to the ancient seas To fish as we did of old.
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The gods made man like any other beast For all that his pride denies So he must take his turn at the kill And all of the rest is lies.
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And you who raise tame beasts on the land That you march to the slaughterhouse door Can point no safe fat finger at us Who risk a little bit more.
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And you who buy your meat at the store Can raise no cry of shame For as you pay for the food-beasts death You eat, so you share the blame.
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And you who feed on nothing but plants Don't hold your pride so high For plants are living, and just might feel And they take so long to die.
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So come to the battle of the jaws and gaff At the meeting of sea and air We'll duel for food while the old gods laugh… By the gods, this fight is fair!
Come up, come up, oh sweet thresher shark One of us today will die One will go down the other one's throat Beneath the pitiless sky, oh Beneath the pitiless sky.