The stream was streaming past
It was streaming extremely fast
Though much too rough for serious boating
The fish were there, serenely floating
Singing, “Life is but a dream”
The birds were in formation flying
As my friend, his hook was tying
He hoped to fill his empty creel
With enough nice fish to make a meal
But that’s easier said than done
The fish just thought him foolish
And the idea of eating them simply ghoulish
In a perfect world, we all are brothers
All us fish and all the others
But that perfect world lies elsewhere
The fisherman calmly waited
Thinking his success was surely fated
But their fishlike ways were wily
And their freedom prized so highly
That their life remained a dream
The sun was shining brightly
And his cares were resting lightly
Surrounded by the green
And sung to by the stream
He had a thought, a new one
That life could be a dream
The fish plainly stated their wish
Not to wind up on a dish
“We really think we oughta
Remain here in the water”
That was the fishes’ wish
A compromise was reached there
Between the water and the grassy banks there
This fisher and the fish decided
And have ever since abided
To be both content with singing
“Life is but a dream”
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