The Ol' Diamondback Sturgeon (Fisherman's Chronicles, Pt. 3)

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