How Big Was It:
He went down to the lake behind the hills,
With a fishing pole and an attitude that kills,
He sat down on the edge and threw his line in,
Soon, something had nibbled and made him grin.
But as he wound it in he started to frown,
On the end of his line, no fish to be found,
So he cast out again for another attempt,
Forgetting to clean off his human scent.
But lo and behold the line went taut,
The fish so large he fought and fought,
And when it came in he had caught a mermaid,
He wondered to himself how much she'd weighed?
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(for children)
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