White foam on green
nine waves are seen
their jaws all jut
their eyes washed shut
the oarsmen row
the waves they know
will wash them back
to shore in sacks
white foam on green
they taste the breen
they are no fools
for the sea's cruel
they set the sail
when the wind wails
the kraken gropes
at well made rope
white foam on green
all eyes are keen
all faces white
rowing with fright
grip of kraken
knives make slaken
all sinews steam
'gainst nixie screams.
