Oh my little fish swim near
in the cool shade of the mangrove clump
there's nothing here for you to fear
swim closer, little sugar lump
These long pale legs and plumes you see
are just another mangrove tree
swim through these roots and swish your tail
your slippery form I shall impale
and turn you back from whence you came
thus Nature plays its endless game.
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