Trudy the Trout
Having been spawned one sunny day
Sparkles rainbow colors
As she frolics in the lake
Spends time in school with friends
Learning to survive
What parts are safe to nibble
When the man throws out his fishing line
When Trudy's not in school
How that sweet fishy loves to play
Swimming among the hidden treasures
At the bottom of the lake
One day she swam up to the top
Curious to have a look
Grabbed by a hawk with her last thought of
This here can't be good
May 29, 2013
May 29, 2013 at 2:45 PM UTC
Trudy the Trout
Having been spawned one sunny day
Sparkles rainbow colors
As she frolics in the lake
Spends time in school with friends
Learning to survive
What parts are safe to nibble
When the man throws out his fishing line
When Trudy's not in school
How that sweet fishy loves to play
Swimming among the hidden treasures
At the bottom of the lake
One day she swam up to the top
Curious to have a look
Grabbed by a hawk with her last thought of
This here can't be good
Being a man of morals and honor
I feel it is my duty
To leave out the part where the hawk and her chicklets
Chow down on Trudy's *****
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