(in the day...)
catch the fish, my friend
like butterflies in the daylight dew
they're prizes waiting just for you-
thier souls soar in the water green
'neath the waterfall you've seen
they're congregating like gossips...
they splash and swim
'tween rocks so grim
in fleeting river's symphonies-
...your violin you cast again
to catch the fish, my friend...
(epilogue: in the night...)
a dish of fish
a box of rocks
a bag of bones
a sack of jacks