Just down south
End of the spit
Where the sand narrows
To lagoons and barrows
In the big white barn
Where gears spin teeth
Rocks get crushed
Trends got bucked
You can't mollify the ocean
When Neptune's bill comes due
It's dusty work for Hicks's holiday
Suave of manner
Glib of tongue
We're going up to
Rockcrusher Gap
General Randolph Hicks
Last of the old timers
Smartest rogue extant
He got the job done
And promoted all his brothers
To managerial positions
Even the youngest
He of a wayward disposition
You can't mollify the ocean
When Neptune's bill comes due