The sea on trial surprised to find   Its own dark floors the jurors,   The fishes called as witnesseses,   And the waves the bailiff      Pleads its case worth, mouth, beast, best,   I'll go along with just about anything   Some people try not to eat too much   Some other people try to eat enough      I will truly go along with just about anything,   but refuse to not be killer for even just a minute   Just another flag-mentality I guess   Just another fold cut across the sky   Blame the stock-market floor's choreography   Blame the common man's sense of geography      Nothing bounces one's step like hitting bottom   Oh the fogbow surface takes its stand   Oh the fogbow surface is in dazzling command   Oh the fogbow surface judge's robe flows      Nothing bounces one's step like hitting bottom