He splashed through the bubbling babbling brook, he swam by and was caught on a hook, he called out help with such a yelp, every nook and cranny shook.

The hook pulled him out of the mud and the muck, but with his mighty head did he duck, and out of its grasp he snuck.

He zoomed along as the nook sang its song "I will run hard and long from night to dawn no matter what it takes to eat Fried Fish Cakes.

Past gardens and houses and fish reading news, pas those lazy fishes who like to snooze. Around pipes that leak, big bridges that creak, the fish and the hook did sneak

But still to this day they go on their way, and behind them the water does wake and yet there is no Fried Fish Cake