The Fish

Fish! Fish! Of quietness
What do you think of
the frost that covers your
pond in the wintertime?
No flowery shores, just a lot
of grime
Just think of how happy
you could be in summer!

The heron, in summer a
great, big shape
What trouble he can cause!
What a great escape!
Hey, fish! How can you leave
That great heron standing
there?

Come on, don’t grieve,
But the heron’s stomach’s
bare
And, fish, don’t you want
to be fair?
Go on don’t wait
But I guess you’re the bait.

There he goes, a beautiful
song
Comes from the heron,
He’s going, going… Gone.