"net Dance"

Inside that net does one tiny fish swim~ Wonderin' what then may become of him~ For into that net he swam without thought~ Yet now he swims 'round a'thinkin' he ought~ All will be well so says his mind~ All will be well is all he can find~ All his thoughts are of naught but fun~ All of his days a'swim in bright sun~ Surely there must be a way from this net~ Surely from this net I have to so get~ Surely I am no great catch o'the sea~ Surely such fisherman shall let me go free~ 'Round 'round 'round does he swim~ 'Round 'round as daylight grows dim~ Into dark night this tiny fish swims~ Caught in that net of one fisherman's whims~ As time slipped past so then did it happen~ That fisherman's net was so found a'flappin'~ Off off away one tiny fish sped~ Never lookin' back... no feelin' o'dread~ Inside that net now does another fish swim~ Wonderin' what then may become of him~ SeaWolf ©