A Wish
A little prayer, before the wish, When you set sail to catch fish, Lucky you are to get enough fish, To prepare a favourite dish, Not far from the island, a fishing ground, Covering four or five miles around, When you are home-bound, Hovering gulls and terns, still to be found. The day's catch is over, Return home and have a shower, What a delicacy to have, for dinner, Rest of the evening, for your pleasure.
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