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 circled round twice and he took a big whiff,
then 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 the old diamondback 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.
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