The sun sets, winds on drift,
Moon arose and creatures left,
Wandering on the breeze, are the creatures of all,
Two of their kind, lied alone,
On the alluvial beach, two fishes on the shore,
One is dumpy, hunky and crock,
Shrewdly vying on emptious rocks,
Teasing and ripping sardines and frogs
Second is dried, skinned and boned,
Tears on the scales, and eagerly waiting crows
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