I do not want to be a fish,
”Gulp,” is all I can say.
When fierce and hungry sharks chase me,
I’d have to swim away.

I’d have to eat the yucky seaweed
in the big blue sea.
The very salty water is what
I’d have for my tea.

I don’t want to be caught by fishermen
who come in ships.
They’ll then sell me to people who
will make me fish and chips.

I do not want to be a fish,
I think it is not cool.
And honestly, I really don’t want
to live in a school.