The magic fish says ‘You got me again,
Throw me back, I’ll give you another wish’
And though none of the wishes come true
What kind of life, being a talking fish?

Loneliness will rise with the moons
Whilst a love is hidden deep within
A game played again on merry tides
Each morning the fish and fisherman begin

Inspired and paraphrased from this comic strip at oglaf.com