Trickle trickle little brook,
I could be quite mistook,
but weren’t you once a meandering river
that shone in silver shiver?
I’m sure you once held ships,
encouraged sailors to adventurous trips
to lands both far and wide,
and never did they tire the tide.
Or were you once a mermaid sea
where catches were cast free,
I ponder this with hungry lips
before I polish off fish n chips.
Mayhaps, though I’m just confusing
fish n ships with meal time musing.
