Sat here by this stony brook

Until the grey day turned to dust

When up swam a fish with a children?s book

Thought that I was lost



He was on his way to the salmon hop

That?s where they go to breed

Saw me sitting on this log

And thought I?d like to read



The night was cloudy

But the moon he found a hole

Said that he felt bad for me

'Cause I had no place to go



Why aren?t you at the harvest ball

With some sweet young gal

You just sit like a bump on the log

And call that fish your pal



Well, I told him I was an orphan

Lived here all alone

But many people have often tried

To catch and take me home

They never caught me



Thought that I was a hiding

Call this log my home

But the fish and the moon

And a sweet young gal

All want me for their own



The night was cloudy

But the moon he found a hole

Said that he felt bad for me

'Cause I had no place to go



So I met that gal at the harvest ball

She took me to her room

While I slept in children?s dreams

The fish ran away with the moon

The fish ran away with the moon

The fish ran away with the moon