We'd all be tall
Gigantic feet squishing
Make ponds for some fishing
But fish would be tiny
Which makes them less briny
Though snacks they could be
While watching TV
Have popcorn with fins
We'd leave on the skins
And if we need lunch
Their bones we would crunch
Let's cook them on grills
Get filled to the gills
But after a year
They'd all disappear
For we ate them all
Because we were tall.
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