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Fishona, Fishona

Princess of fishes

She swims and she swishes

If you catch her you get as many wishes

As the fish within her stitches

Fishona, Fishona

She only glitches on the murky depths

Of her lodges

No longer clear and blue

But a un-transparent hue

In a mass of wetness she cries out to you

Please stop polluting the wealth of my crew

Fishona, Fishona

From my crown to my slipper

I am full of them in my quiver

Scaly slippery ones red white and blue

Tasty ones that are becoming few

So take care how, where, and when you hunt

For if not, fishing will become redundant