Ninety-nine minnows lived in the thick weeds,
They liked the dense foliage for their safety needs,
But, a swordfish named Rege,
Cut down their safety-hedge,
Now, on the ninety-nine minnows Rege feeds.
Ninety-nine minnows swam way out to sea,
Then along came a shark and then there were three,
Out of those ninety-nine minnows three swam back toward the shore,
Then, along came a bass and he ate one more,
The last two little minnows decided to date,
They made ninety-nine minnows and I caught them for bait.
I thought I'd go fishing so, I picked up some worms,
I thought I'd catch keepers on my living bait terms,
But, the big fish weren't hard hitting,
My worms they were spitting,
I caught just minnows instead of large pachyderms.
Ten little minnows nibbled on my toes,
I thought nothing of it until their number rose,
When I went to swim to shore,
There were a million minnows more,
All that made it to the shoreline was my nose.
Minnow bucket full,
Too many, no breath, tragedy,
Error, no live bait.