Under The Sea

Stay with me, under the sea.  I realize that you crave stimulation, but we are meant to dwell in the majestic seas.  I know it looks friendly enough, but if you get too close, they may squirt you with cyanide to stun you, so they can display you in an aquarium.  Many of our relatives are doomed to live in plastic bags, or tiny glass bowls, which don’t provide enough space or enough oxygen for proper breathing.  Those dreaded fish bowls give their captives a distorted view of reality, because of the curved glass and we are not toys to be used for someone else’s’ amusement.

I have been developing an ultimate theory of everything, one that consists of a complete and consistent set of fundamental laws of nature that tries to explain every aspect of reality.  It is consistent with Stephen Hawking’s Grand Design in that I agree that a captured fish will formulate laws from their distorted frame of reference that would always hold true.  I don’t understand why we should have to formulate such laws, when we can just stay here and be happy all the time having everything that we need.  I also think that Timothy Leary was right when he said that one’s concept of reality can depend on the mind of the perceiver.  Living in an aquarium is not natural for us and it is not the way the universe intends things to be.

The seaweed is always greener
In somebody else’s lake
You dream about going up there
But that is a big mistake
Just look at the world around you
Right here on the ocean floor
Such wonderful things surround you
What more is you lookin’ for?

Under the sea
Under the sea
Darling it’s better
Down where it’s wetter
Take it from me
Up on the shore they work all day
Out in the sun they slave away
While we devotin’
Full time to floatin’
Under the sea

Down here all the fish is happy
As off through the waves they roll
The fish on the land ain’t happy
They sad ’cause they in their bowl
But fish in the bowl is lucky
They in for a worser fate
One day when the boss get hungry
Guess who’s gon’ be on the plate?

Under the sea
Under the sea
Nobody beat us
Fry us and eat us
In fricassee

Under the sea
Under the sea
Nobody beat us
Fry us and eat us
In fricassee
We what the land folks loves to cook
Under the sea we off the hook
We got no troubles
Life is the bubbles
Under the sea (Under the sea)
Under the sea (Under the sea)

Since life is sweet here
We got the beat here
Naturally (Naturally)
Even the sturgeon an’ the ray
They get the urge ‘n’ start to play
We got the spirit
You got to hear it
Under the sea

The newt play the flute
The carp play the harp
The plaice play the bass
And they soundin’ sharp
The bass play the brass
The chub play the tub
The fluke is the duke of soul
The ray he can play
The lings on the strings
The trout rockin’ out
The blackfish she sings
The smelt and the sprat
They know where it’s at
An’ oh that blowfish blow

Yeah, under the sea (Under the sea)
Under the sea (Under the sea)
When the sardine
Begin the beguine
It’s music to me (It’s music to me)
What do they got? A lot of sand
We got a hot crustacean band
Each little clam here
Know how to jam here
Under the sea
Each little slug here
Cuttin’ a rug here
Under the sea
Each little snail here
Know how to wail here
That’s why it’s hotter
Under the water
Ya we in luck here
Down in the muck here
Under the sea

Written for Kira’s Sunday Scribbles weekly inspirational art piece.