[Undyne7119]

Sandy Fishnets, washed up on the shore
What's she catching, and will she be soaring over the sea,
With the wind in her sails and a knife in her teeth?
At the helm of a ship, on its way to a distant shore,
Bermuda or Thailand, an uncharted island,
Sandy, we're all getting older
What will they do with us,
When they are through with us?
Sandy, what are we sailing for?

I like how the water turned out, tbh that would be my favourite part.