When a fish swims to Sea,
He knows not where he wants to be…
So for a while he’ll splash and play
But deep inside, he knows he cannot stay
For something calls him, by his name…
“Come back home, to river same…
Swim all day and swim all night
And if Fate be kind…
A Hook you will not bite.
Swim up the rock and under bridge
Where the woods meet river, Below icy ridge
From here you sprang
And T’is here You’ll die,
Time And Time Again, you little Fry.”
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