Alphonso was a very nervous fish
Most days he lived in dread of being squished
Or being caught and served up as some exotic dish
Between two slices of bread with parsley, garnished
Maybe minced with potatoes in an oven like a knish
He hated to imagine to whom he'd be fed
Everyday he closed his eyes tightly and wished
Whoever caught him would be to full to sup
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