I once had a fish, I called him Fred He could do tricks, like swim on his head Fred performed his tricks, he did them rather well Some times I think ol' Fred thought he was a whale We traveled around, he was doing quite well Doing all his tricks from inside his pail But one day while in a hurry, his pail I did not fill Fred didn't do his tricks, just laid there real still There will never be another, No, none like ol' Fred Cause you see, Fred is goneBirth sign: Virgo
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