Setting out to catch some fish
I needed something for the main dish.
I outfitted my line with the latest rig
hoping to catch something rather big.
A nice fat salmon from the lake,
was what I wanted to take
for dinner tonight would be a fryin’
and the hosts’ tale wouldn’t be lyin’.
As my mind began to wander,
on delightful foods to ponder,
I felt a bite on my line
Oh yes, that salmon will be mine.
I tugged and pulled every which way
muttering aloud for it to sway
till finally, the sea let go of its treasure
how big was this fish, I would measure.
My line burst from the water, up toward the sky
my stomach lurched and I felt like I was gonna die
as I gave my prize a long hard look
’twas not a salmon on my hook!
Staring hard at this ugly mound
I could not bring this homeward bound.
For what I snagged from its aquatic slumber
was but an ugly sea cucumber!