Stickle Back now come of age

Resplendent plates in morning light

Armed and primed a mate's delight

The choicest nursery by far

Come ladies there's no finer place!

Joy in union with such stock

Defiant sentry to the world

Would stupefy uncertain will

Dispel a second thought says I!

Along the bank where grassy forelocks kissed

The swirling swell with random care

Families of bubbles scurried delightful in confusion

Within a fish's eye this tiny cauldron world

Babbling, gabbling, drowning the chatting wood

Hid well the flighted, feathered throng

Nemesis was waiting there, ever watchful, poised

To devastate this other realm

King Fisher's age had too arrived.