Under the River

A branch broke behind a tree,

And a shadow appeared in the creek,

With a big swoosh and a zap,

A little fly was swinging back.

Our little fish felt its taste,

And there was nothing to get scared,

So, with a big, big splash,

The little fish made today’s catch.

But it wasn’t as tasty as it looked,

Because in it was a big hook,

Our little fish now has something to fear,

Because a manlike figure has appeared.

He was the man who pulled the rod,

And cut the fish in the tongue,

The hook stayed strong, and the wire was tight,

Our little fish had seen the light.

A little fish in a quiet stream,

Swims through water soft as dream,

It sliced its tail,

But gets to live another day.

Gáll Árpád   XI. R