Riding a Bluegill

Oh, amazing bluegill mushroom hunting gnome, Sauntering through coral’s lifeblood, all on his own Easing his way into the den of the fishmongers’ bit Riding a bluegill as if his pirate lifestyle depends on it And maybe it does, his ocean seaworthy life anyway He slides through life merrily, hauling kelp out of his way We watch him glide through dangerous layers of the deep He rides a fish of beauty and strength, a steed to keep.