I was fishing one day
On my line hopped a perch
I almost fell in the water
When he looked at me and spoke

Well fisherman you have caught me
Into the basket I am the first
Tonight in the pan I will fry
I could tell this fish was trying to gain sympathy
By bringing a tear to my eye

He suggested I try chicken
A succulent rabbit
Or even perhaps bologna
But of eating perch
He said this I should avoid
For they were far too thin and bony

So I took a closer look at
At the fat talking fish
Thought of the words he spoke
Threw him in the basket without a second thought
And put another worm on my hook


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