Sat here by this stony brook until the grey day turned to dust

When up swam a fish with a children's book thought that i was lost.

He was on his way to the salmon hop, that's where they go to breed

Saw me sitting on this log and thought i'd like to read.



The night was cloudy but the moon he found a hole

Said that he felt bad for me cause i had no place to go



Why aren't you at the harvest ball with some sweet young gal

You just sit like a bump on the log and call that fish your pal.



Well, i told him i was an orphan lived here all alone

But many people have often tried to catch and take me home

They never caught me!



Thought that i was a hiding, call this log my home

But the fish and the moon and a sweet young gal

All want me for their own.



The night was cloudy but the moon he found a hole

Said that he felt bad for me cause i had no place to go



So i met that gal at the harvest ball, she took me to her room

While i slept in children's dreams, the fish ran away with the moon.

The fish ran away with the moon

The fish ran away with the moon.


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