Sargasso - Acapellapella Version

Now he's thinkin' 'bout eels every night, oh
How they might breed a hassle
Circled in streams, where they die low
That's that sea Sargasso
Where are they from, where do they go
When they migrate en masse, oh
Where the seaweeds gather and grow
That's that sea Sargasso

These anguillae and their procreation
Have been the source of such frustration
'Cause until Sigmund Freud did a mass-dissection
Their family jewels had escaped detection

No sign of sex in river water
Yellow but they turn silver on a
Mission to mother Oceana
(Never to return no!)
(Eels) Bloodless the crystal little larva
(Eels) Float round a Dane named Schmidt went on a
(Eels) Sea quest obsessed to catch 'em smaller

Now he's thinkin' 'bout eels every night, oh
Is he loopy? Perhaps so
Nineteen years, tracking their growth
To the sea Sargasso
When they get round, then they find home
See-through, clear like glass, oh
Swimmin' upstream, yet they might know
Of that sea Sargasso

Little cutie is that so?

These anguillae, when they get silver
Their guts decay, so no more dinner (Oh yeah)
Though their bits ain't mature, they can be awoken
With shots of human gonadotropin

But no human yet has ever caught a
Mature one in Atlantic water
No sign of egg, no milt upon it
(Found one from Japan though!)
(Eels) After this trek this eel's a goner
(Eels) So let's attach a tracker on her
(Eels) Space age a sat might catch a spawner
(Do-do, do, do-do, do, do-do, do-do, do)

Now we're thinkin' 'bout eels every night, oh
Satellite tag on lasso
When they get free, will they find home
In the sea Sargasso?
Moving up down, counter the sun
18 months may pass, oh
Telemetry, what does it show
That's that sea Sargasso

Yeah, so now we know where the eel go (Yep)
The details concealed though (Concealed though)
We've failed to reveal eel mating and the proof in the puddin'
Nobody can make them breed no
Eel farms get the glass ones swimming up
Pick 'em up captive and you bring 'em up
Feminize with estradiols
Otherwise they're all undersized, male when you check 'em up
Hormones induce vitellogenesis
That's egg production but it's a hit or miss
We lack key facts, high mortality, poor leptocephalus
And the trouble is (Eels)
These eels have declined 90 percent
Can't be sure why
But dioxins and parasites are likely new contaminants
Humanity's fault and they need defense so

Don't be afraid to hatch eels
(Don't be afraid to hatch these eels)
Yolked up for their first fills
(Jelly-like, no erythrocytes up in their gills no)
We're mimicking their plankton-poop meals
(A gut full o' rotifers and shark yolk for me)
Baby I know you ain't scared to hatch eels
(One more time now!)
Eels with me (Back to that Sargasso!)

Thinkin' 'bout eels every night, oh (Don't be afraid to love eels)
When they mature at last oh
Is it the deep, or the pheromone
(Find their way with Earth's fields, navigating)
In the sea Sargasso (To the sea Sargasso)
Finally found, one full-grown (A highly pregnant one with nascent roe)
Look at this pregnant fatso
Maybe the key to a new dawn (Come on, bring it home)
On the sea Sargasso

Maybe they'll breed at last oh
Oh, outside of that sea Sargasso