There’s that little guy
Flopping around on the rock
Taking in his final gasps
Dying by hook and shock
He doesn’t know he’ll be breaded
and fried up in a greasy pan
He thinks if he bounces enough
He’ll extend his lifespan
He’s a fish out of water
I’m not throwing him back
A fish out of water
Gonna eat him with a flapjack
Fish out of water
I outsmarted him with my bait
Poor fish out of water
My belly is his fate.
Revised, 2017.