Elementary:
The Trout
I am a streak
of light.
I swim, slip,
and slide.
They call me
stout. My name is Trout. That’s what I am all about.
If they try to
catch me,
I am sure to
hide.
They call me
stout. My name is Trout. That’s what I am all about.
I wonder why
they try to catch me.
Why, for
breakfast, lunch, and dinner!
They call me
stout. My name is Trout. That’s what I am all about.
I have to
admit,
I am quite
tasty, too.
They call me
stout. My name is Trout. That’s what I am all about.
By
Jesse Faile