I'm hole-y like swiss cheese, just sliced a little thicker,
though I'm getting thinner.
Cut a piece off and you'll see the blood drips a little quicker, just a little quicker,
as I get thinner, just a little thinner.
My gills are doing all the heavy lifting they can take,
But throw a little water on me from time to time and I'll flip here and there,
Here and there,
To remind you that I'm still alive, just a little sicker.
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