Into the Gulf of Death swam the 600 (metric tonnes).
Oil to the left of them.
Oil to the right of them,
Oil in front of them.
Oil inside them
Boldly they swam, pregnant, urgent.
And there within the greasy Gulf,
Deep inside the mouth of Hell
Spawned the six hundred.
'Forward, Thunnus thynnus!
Was hatchling fish dismay'd?
Not tho' Gaia knew
Some one had BPlunder'd.
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to hatch
and die!
Who will come back,
Back from the mouth of Hell?
Who is left of them,
Sons, daughters of the six hundred?
