*fish* (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