Awhile the cloud lived white Upon the air's fairy jaws There came the fisher in panting feet There came his grin: his hook as harms– So did the fishes dived and hung Like a beclouded Susan Lucci. So he dang dang Then came a manful of lives As meaty sacks and roasty lunch So he danced danced Out with wins and wings to fly. Then came the next As he did swift by He caught the heads, he caught the tails And swept the river it's own. So he took a step and The river goddess called him back Yet she gave him a pat at the back But he took her hand and gave a bite. Then came the next night The river grew cold So did the fishes grimaced Out the wrath, out the cold The rot of the time Came along as he tap tap He's swollen feet, he's rancid eyes– So he dang dang his hook as harms– And the big fish got a gulp Of his bittersweet flesh. Yum yum she ate And the fishes called for Thanksgiving For the waters will once more lay happy.