Testo Heaven

Fish replete in depth of June Dawdling away their wat?ry noon Ponder deep wisdom dark or clear Each secret fishy hope or fear This life cannot be all they swear For how unpleasent if it were One may not doubt that somehow good Shall come of water and of mud We darkly know by faith we cry The future is not wholly dry Mud unto mud death eddies near Not here the appointed end not here And there they trust there swimmeth one Who swam ere rivers were begun Immense of fishy form and mind Squamous, omnipotent and kind And under that almighty fin The littlest fish may enter in Oh never fly conceals a hook Fish say in the Eternal Brook