my skin is made of the softest oils does this make me a factory my fins that take me through the sea bounty of a royal man that s trying to get the best of me on his whaling vessel my skin is made of the softest oils destined for the big city my tail is a gray oragami bounty of a royal man who s trying to get the best of me on his whaling vessel a thousand miles beside the rails and then i m gone before they set the sails on me in their whaling vessel a man is a fish that lost his scales does that make him a lesser thing tired of land where he is king nothing noble in the art of trying to get the best of me on his whaling vessel a man is a fish that lost his scales does that make us family does he face me honestly driven by a frail sense of sharing ancient memories on his whaling vessel