In the middle of the sea
On a rowboat old and worn
My fingers graze the waters
Unto which I’m born

Birds that fly above me
Are calling out my name
But do they really know
Would you understand

The scales upon my tail
Reflect the glaring sun
It dips into the waters
But which side of me has won

I have no toes to wiggle
Yet I have no fishy eyes
Half of that and half of this
Something always feels amiss

From my little lifeboat
I watch the men on shores
I know when they reach home
Devoted wives will greet them
With kisses kept so warm
By thoughts of their sweet lovers
The likes of which I’ve none

These waters will not drown me
Although I wish they would
The air I breathe won’t choke me
Although I wish it could

I am forever longing
For a life I’ll never have
I’ll lounge inside my rowboat
Half of this and half of that

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