That noise I thought I heard was just a tiny little fish …
… being eaten by a killer whale, who then made my boat his dish.
His teeth bit down upon the hull, and chomped a few times more,
By the time he turned his eye to me, I’d made it to the shore.
I get away with scrapes and cuts, and there’s a big dent in my pride,
My clothes and I are soaking wet, think I’ll go back inside.