come all ye starry starfish living in the deep blue sea crawl to me i have a proposition to make thee would you walk the north sea floor to belgium from england bring me word of a banjo man with a tattoo on his hand the spokesman of the starfish spoke as spokesman should if n you met our fee then certainly we would should you cast a looking glass upon the scallopped sand you ll have word o this banjo man with a tattoo on his hand come ye starry starfish i know your ways are caped maybe it s because you re astrologically shaped converse with the herring shoals as i know you can bring me word o the banjo man with a tattoo on his hand the eldest of the starfish spoke after a sigh youthful as you are young man you have a wisdom eye surely you must know a looking glass is made from sand these young fish are fooling you about your banjo man come then aged starfish riddle me no more for news i am weary and my heart is sore all on the silent seashore help me if you can tell to me if you know of my banjo man  all through the seven oceans i am a star most famed many leggys have i lost and many have i gained strange to say quite recently i ve been to flemish land and if you are courteous i ll tell you all i can oh you have my full attention i answered him with glee his brother stars were twinkling in the sky above the sea there i sat there with rapt attention on the sand very anxious for to hear of the banjo man i have seen this tattooed hand through a ship port hole steaming on the watery main through the waves so cold heard his tinkling banjo and his voice so grand but you must come to belgium to shake the tattooed hand oh gladly would i come gladly would i go had i not my work to do and my face to show i rejoice to hear he s well but i must go inland thank you for the words you brought of my banjo man i walked along the evening sand as charcoal clouds did shift revealing the moon shining on the pebble drift contemplating every other word the starfish said whistly winds they filled my dreams in my dreamin bed