O CURSE THESE WIGGLY LEGS OF MINE,
WHAT WADE IN THROUGH THE SALTY BRINE!
THESE WIGGLY LEGS, O CURSED PEGS,
SUCH DEVIL DAMNED APPENDAGES!
O BUT TO HAVE THE SILKEN SACKS O'
A TINY THOUSAND SPIDER EGGS,
TO QUAKE, TO SHAKE THE GIGGLES ABOUT
BUT STAND STEADFAST IN MY BLUE SEA DIVINE.