The Fishem by Simbo Rumblebelly.
What is that in the stream?
That is swimming about Is it Sturgeon or Bream? A Bitterling or Trout? And what's that on it face? Are they whiskers I see? So it can't be a Dace A catfish it must be! See it swimming at speed
It is keen to be fed Quickly darting through weeds On the cold river bed And with piercing eyes It sees something that squirms Is it not a small fly But a fat juicy worm! Now it swims the worm's way
And it has a close look But it spots something grey It's a fisherman's hook! So it turns like a shot From where hobbits are sat It won't get itself caught It's too cunning for that But it still needs to eat
So it makes a fish wish It hopes for a nice treat It wants tasty mousefish! But no mousefish are found And so it starts to fret As it swims round and round It gets caught in a net! The fisherman, it seems
Had not all gone away They had tracked it upstream To ensnare it that day Say goodbye to the fish It has gone from the lake Now it's led on a dish A warm Catfish Cake! Some information about the artist: Master Simbo is a famous poet around the Shire. When not preoccupied with collecting and eating pies, Master Simbo works on expanding his collection of self-written poems. He is a regular visitor of the Green Dragon, where on fridaynights he may be found willing to recite some of his work. Master Simbo is also a gifted musician and actor. |
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