"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
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