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If I were a fish

Swimming in the sea

I would look around with wonder

At all the life surrounding me.

I would stare at hermit crabs,

Their houses on their backs.

I would delight in flounders

In the deepest ocean black.

I would gaze upon the lobsters

With their rubber banded claws,

And upon the mermaids

In their little seashell bras.

I’d make fish-eyes at swimmers

And I’d maybe speak in whale.

I’d kill eater rats in the basement

‘Til I could level-up my tail.

And then when I was happy,

Experienced and strong

I’d bite down on a hook

And string a fisherman along.

But after my escape

I would not foresee

That the fisherman was angry

And had some TNT.

And so my final moments

Would be flashy and gory.

As I toss the dynamite from my boat

I tell myself this story.