want to meet a blowfish
to my table the Matre ’dee
brought a blowfish to me
fish was wearing rainbow shades
he said he’d caught him in the Everglades
Do you like to live on the edge?
I looked for a place to hide- a bush, a hedge.
The blowfish stuck his tongue out at me.
Sure, I’ll take a chance I said to the Matre ‘Dee
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