There once was a fish in a pond
Who, quite boldly and eloquently yawned,
I'd accept being blue,
Or a gold fish would do,
But don't ever ask me to be blond.
As the tuna was caught in the net,
She got nervous, and started to fret.
To be cast as a salad
Makes my flesh look so pallid.
It's the cross I bear, being brunette.
Then, alas, we espied a bullhead,
Who lay on the bank, playing dead.
I will be what you wish.
But, remember, this fish
Opts to be just a sexy redhead.
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