Once was a little fish
Who thought, If I could make a dish
I'd make it up with human parts
So that they could get their just rewards.
And just as he swam about in the sea
A bigger fish came after him (don't know if he was actually a he.)
And swallowed him right down
Into the depths of the stomach where he was found.
His final thoughts were on his demise:
Perhaps it's not to be so wise
And instead, look out for what is quite near
Something we all should fear.
For compassion is for those
Who can on others impose
A set of rules that serve as a yoke
While to others is a joke.
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Once was a little fish Who thought, If I could make a dish I'd make it up with human parts So that they could get their just rewards. And just as he swam about in the sea A bigger fish came after him (don't know if he was actually a he.) And swallowed him right down Into the depths of the stomach where he was found. His final thoughts were on his demise: Perhaps it's not to be so wise And instead, look out for what is quite near Something we all should fear. For compassion is for those Who can on others impose A set of rules that serve as a yoke While to others is a joke. s