Shark Field Blues

[Verse] In a sea where the sun never sets, There’s a tale that we won't soon forget, A bunch of sharks in their slick denim jeans, Tending fields, right beneath the marine. [Verse 2] Their fields ain't of corn, beans, or wheat, They're bustling with flies, the oddest treat, They wear straw hats and work all day, Fly farmers in the most peculiar way. [Chorus] Oh, those shark field blues, in the ocean deep, Farmin' flies while the fish all sleep, Howlin' a tune that's wild and free, Shark field blues, come and sing with me. [Verse 3] Jimmy, the leader, got a knack with the net, Catches flies with a flick, no sweat, Steering them 'round like a shepherd's herd, Word among fishes, it's the talk of the herd. [Verse 4] Martha's designs keep the farm in line, Building fly barns with an artist's mind, The seaweed fences, a master’s touch, In shark land, it's revered so much. [Chorus] Oh, those shark field blues, in the ocean deep, Farmin' flies while the fish all sleep, Howlin' a tune that's wild and free, Shark field blues, come and sing with me.