The Dolphin
She saw her
Brothers as they
Gathered around,
Trying to walk on
Water,
Before they sank into
The depths of the
Ocean,
Before Jesus could
Grab their hand
And pull them out
So the dolphin
Found it better
To swim in the sand
As they've freely flew
In the ocean
And the other dolphins
Who've flaunted their
Pious blowholes
Wondered what
A dolphin was doing in
The sand,
And they've flipped their
Fins, and swished
Their mermaid tails
And with their
Blowholes
They scoffed, as she
Could no longer walk
On the water,
Sinking in the sand
As her brothers had
Sunk in the water,
Before Jesus reached
With His hand,
And pulled her out
Of the water,
And He gave her fins
That allowed her to swim
Freely in the water
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