I went down to the sea today
The lonely sea and the sky
The water like leather, wrinkled and grey
Like volcanic weather, heaving and fey
And borne along, my fragile I.

I went down to the sea today
The lonely sea and the sky
And all I need is a rowing boat
And some oars to row me away
They rowed away in a sieve, they did
The Jumblies rowed away and hid
On the wrinkled leathery sea so grey
Enormous waves carried them away
Never again did they see the Dong
Pursuing them stupidly all day long
Irksomely, annoyingly, persistently wrong
And now on the sea bed they lay.

I went down the sea today
The damned cold sea and the sky
Swam out in the water a little way
And caught a cold, now I'll die.

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