Wizard fish from the deep
Swim to land and donning feet
Walk about while people sleep
and make strange music in the street

The feet, they built them just from clocks
And parts of lures and treasure chest locks
And all the things found far beneath docks
These feet you know don't need to wear socks

Beneath the round, fat, swollen moon
The fish begin to croak and croon
Despite fears of the fat belied loon
That chases them about with a long handled spoon

These fish they know just what to do
with drums and bells and cymbals too
gurgling bubbles of burbling brew
the xylophone tuba and kazoo