Fishy, fishy, swim, swim, swim
You are lucky you have no limbs
No thoughts of being caught
Not even a single sordid thought
Be grateful little fishy
Nothing in your life is so tricky
Swim, swim, swim, you say
Any idea how that feels day after day
Especially if you are a stingray
My stinger is my only defence
I possess no sixth sense
Hence my life is arduous
Not so marvellous after all
No life is like living in a dance hall
But I am in it for the long haul.
Fair point little fishy, or should I call you Ray?
I saw you once in the shallows of Montego Bay
But that was a long while ago when life wasn’t so grey
I’d like to meet you and greet you
You would be my retreat I am
Truly just a woman in the street.