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I like casting lines into the sea,
For most fishes like to bite you see,
Many are hungry, others are not,
All taste sweet in my cooking pot.
Some are so big they bully the rest,
Some are contented in comfortable nest,
Some swim about their hues to show off,
While others indifferent grumble and scoff.
Many are sharks with razor sharp jaws,
Some have files and others have saws.
But my greatest dread is that if I fall in,
I'll have had a whale of a time all for nothin',
For I will be drowned like the fish in my pot,
With me thinking I deserved all that I got.
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