Fred was a fish with a free flowing mind
Left his luggage, his baggage, his bus pass behind
“To Maine, to a pond, to a slower paced life.”
Near his lady, the frogs, and the bearded man’s wife
The weeks went by
Watched nighttime fly
Excavator, navigate it,
don’t worry about the minnows
Put him in a padded pond
Overgrown meets trouble, the bearded man said,
“There’s just one little problem.
We’ve gotta save Fred.”
Put him in a padded pond, he’s mad
The neighbor’s sunfish stole Fred’s ride
Got dragged up, spit out, back on the line
Fred never paused for a moment it seemed
Swam to a hand, to a bag, to a dream
Excavator, navigator
Fred never swam upstream
this is your life chuck johnson 