Advice

"Swim, little fishies!" Sang the heron to the water,
"There's a nasty crocodile out to get you,
To eat, to kill, to slaughter"

Sanding alone along the beach he cried this news
Proclaiming the little fish's demise
The croc' was in his view!

Terrified, the little fish, they swam to where he stood
They fled from the proclaimed savage beast,
To escape it if they could

Silently, the fish screamed away from it's imagined claws
Swiming in the shallows for the lives
Into the heron's waiting jaws.