Deep rising figures   A tide as black as the plsatic that shapes all bodies      Fisher, prim and pro   The bathroom lights   Let me know that I'm still nine   And not a day past      Fisher, prim and pro   Can you name a vessel   That tastes so curious   Like this canoe?      Did you see them eating the sausage canoe?   They're so fat and happy      I'm sort of a sailor   And August was the month my mom nearly sunk   The whirlpool tub   Where and edible ship sank by the drain      Did you see them eating the sausage canoe?   They're so fat and happy