He swam up past the boulders made of spongy gishy-gosh, And flew right by the herd of floating feeding fipple-fosh.
His fins were getting tired but he knew he couldn't stop,
So he kept swimming faster, trying hard to reach the top. Just then a hungry warckel blocked the gnarble with his fin.
He grabbed him by his tail and brought him right up to his chin. "I've never had a gnarble, this would be a tasty treat,
But you're much too thin and tiny for big old me to eat.