The old diamondback sturgeon came swimmin' along
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Minding his business one day
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Rooting and sniffing and urging to spawn
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In the mud flats of San Pablo Bay
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A scent came around so he followed his snout
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He found what was to his surprise
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A golden morsel, a tidbit, a tight bunch of grass shrimp
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Was there right before this buck's eyes
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He circle round twice and he took a big whiff
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Then sucked up this savory meal
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Then came a jolt and to the diamondback's surprise
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Through his lips cut the cold, barbed steel
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In a panic the old diamondback sped to the north
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He sped to the east, west and south
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But the harder he swam, he still could not break free
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From the "tugging" that pulled at his mouth
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The old diamondback sturgeon came swimmin' along
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Minding his business one day
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The Ol' Diamond Back Sturgeon (Fisherman's Chronicles, Part 3)
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