Down a sound cool is taut,
My art swift and few he got,
Swims across the reeds how quaint!
Each paddle beckons near my bait,
So whilst you stir waters near and here,
Make please I've no tithes for fish appear;
The smelly lot indeed stir my stomach,
Indeed that wind of yours made mine suck,
So now I ask where's your dam in the damned?
Do you not see it's your damned breaks the dam?
Be gone! I say: toxic fish and heated iron,
Smelt my bone, wet my brows, voice my siren!
But never beget a reaction dear to ye;
That has a price tag. So pay me.

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