In a humble little cottage, by the ocean blue,
Lived a fisherman, with dreams anew.
With a rod in his hand, and a heart so light,
He cast his line, from morning till night.

Oh, the fisherman, with hope in his eyes,
Dreaming of riches, beneath the skies.
With each catch he'd make, he'd quietly wish,
For a life of comfort, a dream to cherish.

One fateful day, as the sun did shine,
He caught a fish, quite divine.
With scales of silver, and eyes so bright,
It spoke to him, in the soft moonlight.

Oh, the fisherman, with hope in his eyes,
Dreaming of riches, beneath the skies.
With each catch he'd make, he'd quietly wish,
For a life of comfort, a dream to cherish.