Here Fishy Fishy Fishy
By Cope
Sometimes I wonder, About the fish in the sea, Swimming under there, Looking at me. Then I wonder, What do they see? Am I a monster? Or am I just me? Do they hate us for fishing? How much do they pee? They live in the water, And some are very wee, If they swallow all of those liquids, They must really have to pee. And in the darkness of the ocean, How do they see? If a fish could be anything, What would it be, Hopefully on the grill, Cooking for me. Written April 9th, 2002 © on Apr 09 2002 12:14 PM PST 0 • 14
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