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Fishing


on a crystal lake yonder stood a boy
trying to catch a brilliant blue koi
tugging his branch of dental floss
he wanted to show the world who's boss
 
son it's Monday morning rise and shine
what are you doing out on a day so fine
where's your pencils, papers, books, and bag
you need to be at school playing laser tag
 
Sir I don't like school its not for me
sitting still I need to pee
books weigh my spirit down
reading Greek makes me want to drown
 
boy you haven't seen it yet
words that wrestle breaking sweat
jumping screaming holding hands
dragging you deeper into quicksand
 
Sir that sounds like a dangerous place
I know the world I need to face
learning silly words is a waste of time
better spent working hard for a shiny dime
 
history is not dead
you only need to pet its head
take a look to see the world
future, present, past all unfurled
 
math can bite and make you cry
it's actually a shy private eye
look for clues within a code
solving a mystery truth bestowed
 
science lives and breathes cold air
can you see its everywhere
butterflies are red that's camouflage
exploding rocks loving sabotage
 
all I need is a chance to grow
a little time and I'll get that dough
fishing is what my life will be
I want to live by the great White Sea
 
can you read I know you're bright
chasing fish to your delight
stop this dreaming little one
your life has only just begun
 
I can fish with all my might
wait for it I'll get a bite
where's my fish I know its there
c'mon make me a billionaire
 
on your hook I see a toilet ring
where's that koi that will make you king
nothing will bite at the dentist's chair
go to class you need not swear
 
priceless anger go back home
he only needed a place to roam
a flash of blue rests on a serving dish
now this my child, is how to fish
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