Jungles of the Sea

Dolphins guard thy infant slumber,
Davy Jones thy sandman be,
For thy father's gone hunting,
In the jungles of the sea.

Moonless nights and sunless days
Doth he stalk the watery ways
Where the pale anemone
Decks the gardens of the sea,

Where the coral's lacy fan
Waves in courts unmarred by man;
Where the shark and dolphin play
There thy father hunts his prey.

Where the great whales rise and blow,
There thy father tracks his foe,
With periscope for magic eye
To watch the ships go swiftly by,

With darker magic tuned to hear
The pulse of foeman drawing near.
He'll come home to thee at last,
Broom triumphant at the mast.

Dolphins guard thy infant slumber,
Davy Jones thy sandman be,
Child of war thy father's hunting
In the jungles of the sea.

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