I see fishies...
I see trout...
I see mermaids...
Swimming all about...

I see an old men...
Fishing from the shore...
Stuck a hook in his finger...
Now it’s all sore...

I see an octopus...
Wearing blue suede shoes...
He’s tending to his garden...
Before his afternoon snooze...

I see a girl...
With a fish in her eye...
Is that why tears are salty...
When we start to cry...

She caught my heart...
Upon her hook...
She read my soul...
Like an open book...

She took my heart...
Broke it into little pieces...
Filled me with a pain...
That never ceases...

Of all the fishes...
In the sea...
Why did she have to...
Fish for me...

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