Fish just want to blink,
That’s all that they can think,
It’s why they soon forget,
That they need to have a drink.
Imagine having chilli gloves,
And an itchy eye,
Only real concentration,
Would keep you from going blind.
Just one touch is all it takes,
Then you’re eyes will stop to work
Now pity those who swim in lakes,
Who cannot swim but twerk.
The dance that keeps them, going mad,
Helps them never blink,
For as they shuffle,
And blow they’re bubbles,
They know they’ll never sink.