Once I was a poet-fish,
Free, free at sea.
On heav’nly isle I saw a miss
Looking out at me.
I threw a line of poetry,
She threw a line of love,
And soon that was the end of me
As I was pulled above.
And now I gasp out poetry,
A-flapping on the shore,
While she can only say to me,
“Dear fishy, give me more!”
And yet I know I love her true,
For we are such a match
I’m always singing something new,
And she has got her catch!

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