Conrad O'Shin,
Was ever so thin,
He threw half his din,
Away in the bin.
Born to fish like his kin,
And determined to win,
He used a strong yo-yo spin,
To reel the fish in.
But under the water,
Upon the sea floor,
An upset young otter,
Could take it no more.
He rounded his crew,
And with no second guessin',
Explained what to do,
To teach him a lesson.
At the very next sight,
Full of A New Hope,
A crab anchored tight,
Swam up to the rope.
He snipped it in half,
The yo-yo it sank,
He chuckled a laugh,
As O'Shin walked the plank.
He lifted his piece,
And what did he see?
The river police,
Were staring at he.
They sat O'Shin down,
Told him not to waste food.
He started to frown,
And realised he should.
To the fish that he caught,
It was simply unjust,
To cook in a pot,
Just to let rust.
He no longer mistook,
There was simply no need,
To capture and cook,
More than he could feed.
This marked a new season,
The fish served a purpose,
They were caught for a reason,
Their sacrfice was not worthless.
So remember this tale,
Do not be wastefull!
For every meal,
You better be gratefull!
