The Net
Fishing boats come at evening light,
as little ones dance in the night.
Ocean floor resides in my mind;
dancing creatures of every kind.
Danger is clearly, in my sight.
Fishing boats come at evening light.
Undersea life causing no harm;
dancing creatures with loving charm.
Undersea life is unaware;
fishermen catch them in their snare.
Fishing boats come at evening light;
ending their lives seems so contrite.
Danger exists for you and me,
just like the fish under the sea.
So don’t give up without a fight.
Fishing boats come at evening light.
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