Rolling in on the daily tides.

Lying poisoned on our shores.

No hooks or pots required.

Fill the buckets full of claws.

Blow the industry into history.

Watch the dust settle on the bank.

Pollute the river with Pyridine.

Stirring up this effluent tank.

Keep the dredgers moving.

Feed the hungry backers.

Not with local “Le Fruits de Mer”.

But the bitter taste of Jacobs Crackers.