What a clean arching curve I made
when I leapt from the deep green sea
and cast myself into your glittering net.
Gently, you pulled me from your web,
studied my scales, and said,
“Oh, Mr. Fish, you’re splendid!
But I’m afraid you’d never do.
You see, I’m waiting for the perfect catch.”
Then you tossed me back
into the deep green sea.
Fishin’
