Cold As A Fish

Cold As A Fish

by Bud Lemire on May 6, 2004

When someone grows as cold as a fish

Time to rely on the stars and a wish

When love is at the ocean's floor

Then it's a bit too fishy to ignore

Time to swim to the top, and then swim away

Upon the many ripples, of a brand new day

When the one who once had, a heart of gold

Turns into an octopus, who has you in a stranglehold

When the oyster has a bit too much of that slime

And it doesn't even give you much of any time

Time to blow the bubbles, and then hit the coast

Better off spending time, with a shrimp ghost

When the shark attacks, and is out for blood

You find yourself, squirming in the mud

When the Washington red snapper, snaps at you

The Great Lakes Whitefish, must become renewed