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I'll tell you a story, but it's terribly short;
I'm a fish in the Wharfe that no-one has caught.
I travel along seeing so many places,
And through the brown water, I can see faces.
Men throw in their lines and they think fish are stupid.
I'm not taken in and swim where it's secluded.
Through Ilkley, then Otley and further downstream,
I swim over little rocks, polished and clean.
They'll not catch this fish today, that is for certain,
I'll miss all the hooks and I'll miss all the hurting.
Good luck to you humans. There's no more to do
Than hang on to the chance that you might catch a shoe.
It's humans who're stupid and we fish who are smart.
You can try to be clever, but we'll always dart
Into little dark crevices far from your eyes.
We'll not be the fish that the fish lady fries.
Copyright 1997