three thousand five hundred and ninety two

Three thousand five hundred and ninety-two fish in the sea And I had to find a catfish who took a bite out of me The waves were crashing, but I still felt his teeth okay. That murderous fish bit me, then went gliding away. Three thousand five hundred and ninety-two grains of sand Landed in my bucket when I finally found myself back on dry land. A frog came over to give me a little understanding and empathy. The catfish had tried to take a bite out of him too, you see. Three thousand five hundred and ninety-two steps to my car. If I had known my leg was going to hurt, I would not have parked so far. Clyde the catfish got you, eh? An old timer in a fishing hat asked me. He’s the orneriest and oldest fish in this deep blue sea.