If fish could fly the air would be No safe place for you and me
It’d be frighteningly filled with flapping fins From piscatorial dives and spins
While standing, waiting for a bus, You could be snared by an octopus
And you might be stunned into a stupor If you were hit by an airborne grouper
If a wild dog’s coming, you’ll hear it bark But there’d be no warning from a flying shark
Which might sneak up on you behind And catch you with distracted mind
As you watched an aerobatic display Of a touring troupe of manta ray
Now in the woods you’d rarely hike If you had to watch for gliding pike
And if you’re frail, or even husky You’d be no match for a soaring muskie
And would you ever twist and shout If you were smacked by a cruising trout
And what chance if in the alley afoot You’re trapped by hovering halibut
The air’s no place for fish to be They’re better in a lake or sea
Where they can flap and flop around The water’s theirs; I’ll take the ground
They grow a nose and I get myself And it will always be that way until