With the fishies he does live,
To them He does too of Himself give,
Of them He did create,
He Himself the only bait…
What do you suppose He does to the fish tell,
How one day they will rule this world, after man has fell,
From his throne, then to the fish he can then sell,
The world he has left in depleted condition, oh well…
Maybe the fish can with Gods help,
Make a better world using some kelp,
While man does still to God cry out,
At the top of their already dead lungs,
You will hear them still when they shout & yelp…
© ed ~ 5/29/10
Ron
EDvard(k) Ole Brother
He says,
Have faith my little fish
Soon enough you'll have your wish
A MacDonald's sandwich you'll no longer be
So long as you have faith in me
And the oceans will brighten as
The fish for man's demise await
In a strange turn of events
We'll soon see who is bait.
Patrick
Cheers,
Dan