They are fishing, under the sun
They are not fishermen
They fish day and day round the year
They are heavily sun tanned
The harvest could be big, by hundreds - they are happy
And could be disgraceful, by zero - they are sad
I asked them why they fish
They said : for the cats
There are many
Along the river banks
They are waiting for their fishes, live or dead
Ah, they are happy, they are sad
For the cats
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