THE TALE OF THE PICKLE DIVERS

In the depths of the sea, where the currents roam free There's a tale of brave divers, their work's not for thee They toil on a pickled bank, hidden from sight Harvesting the treasures that shimmer in the twilight With masks on their faces and tanks on their backs They dive into darkness, where the ocean wind lags Down to the pickled bank, a place still unknown Where briny cucumbers like jewels brightly show Pickled divers bold in the sea they roam Harvesting the treasures of a salty home With hearts full of courage, they dive without fear Pickles they gather for all to achieve Their hands skilled in callows, they work without rest Locking the pickles, a demanding conquest Each one they retrieve is a victory won A testament to courage beneath the shining sun And when the work is done and their baskets are filled They ascend to the surface, their mission fulfilled With pickles in tow, they return to the shore To share the fruits of labor and so much more Pickled divers bold in the sea they roam Harvesting the treasures from a salty home With hearts full of courage, they dive without fear Pickles they gather for all to achieve Next time you taste a pickle, so salty and sweet Remember the divers, their work and their feats For in every chart is a story untold Of the pickle bank secret, where bravery unfolds Pickled divers bold in the sea they roam Harvesting the treasures from a salty home With hearts full of courage, they dive without fear Pickles they gather for all to achieve