It was the best of times and the worst of times and oh so stereotypical,
Not gonna rhyme,
Not this time,
Haha I had you goin there didn't I?
So let me tell you a story, a little old tale,
There once were a thousand fish in the sea,
Each one blue or green or red,
And each one shot itself through the head,
until there was only a single fish left,
Then BAM it shot itself too...
Now isn't that sad? All the little fishes with no will to live?
We all pity the poor little fishes,
But at least they had guns.