To go that green grass
across the river,
I want to turn into a fish.
I can’t split the river like Moses;
I can’t walk on the water like Jesus;
I can’t swim like Michael Phelps;
So I want to turn into a fish.
If I have to,
I will sell my soul to the Devil
to turn into a fish
I will take the bait of an angler
on the other side of the river;
I will be grilled sizzling
on the green grass.
What kind of fish
do you want to be, buddy?