you had your tongue in cheek,
until you spit it out
with a glare at me
and it bounced, oh
it bounced
on the curb, and then
flopped around
just like a fish!
well, the hole in it
could have been made
by a hook
And I caught such a fish
it said: "oh, throw me back!
I will grant you a wish,
I'm a princess of sorts"
with a glassy-eyed look
and a gasp, you implored
and I pulled out the hook
but you spat out your tongue
just as if to say "There!
I need no help from you!"
well, what did I do wrong?
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