Big Fish
There’s a fish that lives inside my head,
The bigger he grows the more he gets fed.
And when anglers come to take a look,
They dangle their worms on a fishing hook.
Or they toss him bits and bites of bread,
Which makes him grow and expands my head.
And he longs to swim with fish in the sea,
But here he remains stuck inside of me.
But now he’s grown too big today,
And there’s enough to be a filet.
Cutting him down makes him easier to swallow,
But like a puffer fish they’ll find him hollow.
Now where there once floundered a whale,
Is left a little minnow to grab by the tail.
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