There's a river by the ocean
Where the fish swim in constant motion.
They swim in big circles, and giant squares.
They host chili feeds, and great big fairs.
They're quite an unknown type of trout
That you have never heard about.
They have purple spots and blue-green fins.
They have rainbow teeth, and iridescent grins.
In all the land they're known quite well,
For their silly colors and peculiar smell.
To catch them is against the law,
Except with bait like cabbage-slaw!
The best bait though is marmalade wood.
Just don't let the game wardens catch you. They're up to no good.
If they catch you, they might lock you away,
Or make you do push-ups for the rest of the day.
Or make you run 'til you collapse,
Then stuff your mouth with Mac-Snack wraps!
Then they'll wrap you up in barbwire bins
And bunnies will be stuffed right in.
But even though the penalty's stiff,
Every very dark night, there will be a large skiff!
Most skiff drivers, sadly, are not very smart,
And most game wardens catch them and tear them apart.
There is a river that flows with fish
And every angler gets his wish!
-By Joshua, Connie, and Gideon
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