the red fish

The red fish

Better grilled it well done

Let the fish feel the pain

Before the knife cut it deep

Don't cut its fins

The red fish may still swim

Putting stunts on its way

Arousing other bad interests

The red fish

Let it feel the heat

Over the hot grill

Let it never escape

The blue fishermen

Holding the net waiting for call

They stand on the boat undecided

When they see the red fish

The life of the red fish

It seems to escape many times

It looks like the net has holes

But this time the fate in the grill