Mullet, mullet, in the river, Are you a getter or a giver? Will you lose your best mate, Because you don't appreciate; And offend another chum, Simply 'cos you can't stay dumb? When you feel you're out-of-water, Maybe it's 'cos then you oughter - Say or do something caring, Instead of being slow and wearing. But maybe you're not only one Who can't communicate by tongue. It's a fault of everybody, Not just of a fish we see as oddy. Especially so between the sexes, We often do that which vexes. So fishes all, let's swim as a shoal, Let's have a heart, let's have a soul; Then even if we silent be, Love conquers all eventually. * * * * * Mullet is a very ordinary fish, Which some folk think is a tasteless dish; Others may not really mind, But perhaps they're only being kind.
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