They laugh, shout and curse,
One by one fishes are plucked from nets,
Thrown for soup inside the boats.
Big fishes give chase
Dodging and going for algae are small fishes,
Waves splash and roar between the rocks,
Lying in wait for prey are the crocodiles,
They paddle away from the deeps,
Another day in the wild sea it was.
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