I have a friend whose name is Fish,
But I'm not too sure why we call him this.

He's very tall, and his hair is red.
It used to be long, but not anymore,
'Cause he got it cut real close to his head.

He lives out on Highway Eighty-Five,
And sometimes I honk my horn
When I go past on my back-to-school drive.

He plays guitar with mad crazy skills
And works at Winn-Dixie
Because no one else will.

He goes to school to be an engineer.
(I think I forgot to tell you
That he's a pretty smart kid.)

Black is his favorite color, I guess,
And he wears it a lot,
Probably because it makes it easy to get dressed.

He's a skater guy, and once broke his wrist
But his cast was black,
Which made it kinda hard to sign.

He listens to metal and plays it real loud
Which always scares me when I try
To leave a comment on his myspace profile.

So now you know a little about my friend, Fish,
But I still don't know why we call him this.