Trout Mask

A man with a trout on his head. Advanced children who still enjoy rhythm and nonsense.

There once was a man with a trout on his head. It's been said: "you'd
be dead with a trout on your head"; but instead, I am wed, to
this fact put-to-bed, that there once was a man with a trout on his
head. Far from deceased, heading east for caprice was our man with
his head in the mouth of the beast. He was kept, never wept, and would
let all inspect what he had for a surrogate head, did our man, this
our friend, with a fish on his face.

At the start, what a prank!, when the man had phoned Frank, a tadpole
and typist who worked at the bank. Due mostly to luck, a deal had been
struck so that Frank gave a truck to the man who had promised he'd
wear for a face, any-time, any-place, an object of Frank's
choosing. Now, none of import had even a thought that the frogbound
had bought, as a watered escort, a trout of the sort who would work as
a prop for the top of a man.

He wasn't that old, this our man, this our friend, I should know as
I'm he, as you probably see from the fish that's on me. So now you've
been told, from my tongue you've been sold, that people will wear for
their hair, things that needn't be there if we're fair. And if by some
chance, by a fate if you like, you see a frog dancing or wanting to
fight, then take to your heals and make haste for afar, for that frog
could be Frank; who would, if he could, put a hood on your head that
is less understood than your face.