Down beneath the depths lay still,
a carp.
Ale colored scales, greenened gill,
awakened with a start
And look he did to doubled skies
Quiet, candid,
Toward drifting worm,
The carp began to cry:
Dig for me a deepened hole,
Perhaps amongst the clouds
A carp with little self control
Fish, Er, Man-is proud
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