Fish flop and fly
frolicking in the flow
One fish flies far
without a splash below
Stranded on a muddy shore
and flapping for a storm,
Praying,
"Rain, Rain, drown this pain,
and I'll swim forever-more!"
As a clear blue sky burns so blue
with a West wind blowing through
On banks nearby today
the fisherman all say
Fish On
Fish On
They're running in this stream
Fish On
Fish On
They're biting like a dream
Fish bite and spawn
in waters oblivious of the shore
Flowing by as fly-fish flounder
under a sky the birds adore
Till drought will drain the water
and their beds become a shore
Then fish helpless to the vultures
are picked to bone-hull core
While far away at sea
the boatmen sign with glee
Fish On
Fish On
The nets are filled to their extreme
Fish On
Fish On
and live this sailors' dream
Schools of fish dismissed
diminished by the drought
while birds fester in their feathers
with no fish to fill them out
The fishermen all stranded
by boats with empty nets
As sharks prey on depths abandoned
to the abyss all else forgets
While all along the shallows
the hungry birds all scream
Fish Gone
Fish Gone
There's no sign of any bream
Fish Gone
Fish Gone
The water's turned to steam
Rains come, floods flow
and pour back deeper streams
From deep below
the realm of common schemes
fish come, fish flow,
and swim as new regimes
And other fish will fly so high
above the new reviving stream
Then birds and fishermen sing
the song of every spring
Fish On
Fish On
We've missed you in this stream
Fish On
Fish On
And spawn the next years' dream
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