SOME FISH AND SOME FISHING 



Beautiful in the sea is he. 

 As graceful as a fish can be. 



When once hooked he jumps about, 

 Shakes his head and waves his snout; 

 He dances hornpipes on his tail, 

 And leaves the seafoam as his trail. 

 A jumper, fighter strong is he, 

 The king of game-fish of the sea. 



The Tuna is a learned fish. 

 For schooling seems his fondest wish. 

 The Yellow-fin calls Japan his home, 

 The Blue-back in all seas does roam. 

 You can always tell them by their fins, 

 And as for speed, the blue one wins. 



There was a time when they were bold. 

 And they would strike and take a hold 

 Of any bait that was trolled along. 

 But now they sing a different song; 

 The bait to a kite-string tied must be 

 And skimmed along the tumbling sea. 

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