Want to turn into a fish

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?

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