Fish, fish, fish,
I wish...
I double wish-
I were a fish.
Swish, swish, swish,
I wish...
I double wish-
I could swim like a fish.
Flit, flit, flit,
I wish...
I double wish-
I could flitter, if just a little.
Hide behind a rock,
Just any old rock,
The best kind of rock...
Is a rock right by the dock.
On second thought,
I wish I weren't a fish.
Because a fish by the dock-
ALWAYS gets caught.
And when it's caught,
It gets cut-
Into a filet.
Dead meat.
Mom takes dead meat
And rolls it in corn meal.
She slaps it in the skillet.
And turns it into good meat.
On the table
I am able
To eat
The good meat.
Fish, fish, fish,
I wish...
I double wish-
I weren't a fish.
(TGFF- Thank God For Fish) .
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