Though you may see a lonely fish flopping
Along a beach that has largely been left,
I see an evil that requires stopping
For those whose lives have been victim to theft.
A fish, it has no business here, you say,
Yet little you know of their importance.
I wish to save, hold the danger at bay,
These poor victim fish of such affluence.
Their homes, they need preservation from us,
And we need their many services too.
Without them, entire industries will fuss
Over lack of business “out of the blue”.
I want to save the fish, I do. I want,
When I leave here, to not leave oceans gaunt.