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A Fishy Tale
by Helen Russell

A fish is always soaking wet
Yet he never gets a chill
He wouldn't go to see the vet
And ask him for a pill.

You won't see him in wellingtons
For fishes don't have toes
And he won't use a handkerchief
To blow his fishy nose

You must admit he would look odd
Wrapped in a woolly scarf
To see him all dressed up like that
The other fish would laugh.

When summer's gone and winter comes
When ponds and rivers freeze
Regardless of how cold he gets
You'll never hear him sneeze.


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