I cast my line two hours at a time
But alas that blasted bass was all I pulled up from the brine
They moved in fast
Descending like a storm
Till every bloom in bay was blighted by the storm
Sea bass as far as the eye can see
Worst to catch then a cold or flea
So lets break loose the vacation juice (another round of mead!)
From sea to hook to me to Nook
Half a bag of bells for sea bass
They're bad
They're worse
A soggy curse
All across the 7 Seas
Every bass I caught was the last I thought
But the fish of my wishes was nautically naught
The sea bass here I got but at least it's a C+
The sharks turned tale
The knifejaw bit the dust
Even the snappers down the crapper
And the dab's become a bust
I sold threefold
Of sea bass at the store
Just to return to sea and fish out
Fifty-three more
Salty scourge of the open sea
Fill your pockets with misery
So down a sluice of vacation juice (it's alcoholic free!)
From sea to hook to me to Nook
Half a bag of bells for sea bass
They're wet
And weird
They're in me beard!
And they've seized the seven seas
Not a smidge of fish
That I'd had in mind
Only bass I'd rather have left behind
Worth 60 something bells combined
But at least they're a C+
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They ate my bait
And broke my golden pole
I would make them walk the plank
But then they'd just re-join the shoal!
Those piscine pests
Have flooded every shore
With every wretch I catch, I retch
A little bit more
Ten for you and a ton for me!
Maritime terror is all they be
So raise a glass to that curse'd bass
Its time to change the key! (AHH)
From sea to hook to me to Nook
Half a bag of bells for sea bass
They bite
They smell
We do as well!
And they plague the seven seas
They're grotesque, despicable
And abhorred
But they're all I've got
And I can't afford
To toss the lot of em overboard
But at least... they're a C+
But a least it's a C+!