We fish, we fish, we merrily swim, <br />We care not for friend nor for foe. <br />Our fins are stout, <br />Our tails are out, <br />As through the seas we go. <br /> <br />Fish, Fish, we are fish with red gills; <br />Naught disturbs us, our blood is at zero: <br />We are buoyant because of our bags, <br />Being many, each fish is a hero. <br />We care not what is it, this life <br />That we follow, this phantom unknown; <br />To swim, it's exceedingly pleasant,-- <br />So swim away, making a foam. <br />This strange looking thing by our side, <br />Not for safety, around it we flee:-- <br />Its shadow's so shady, that's all,-- <br />We only swim under its lee. <br />And as for the eels there above, <br />And as for the fowls of the air, <br />We care not for them nor their ways, <br />As we cheerily glide afar! <br /> <br />We fish, we fish, we merrily swim, <br />We care not for friend nor for foe: <br />Our fins are stout, <br />Our tails are out, <br />As through the seas we go.<br /><br />Herman Melville<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-fish/
