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They all
John Gardner
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rd
THE BARRACUDA
Slowly,slowly hecruises,
Andslowly,slowly hechooses
Which kind offish he preferstotakethis morning;
Then without warning
The Barracuda opens hisjaws,teethflashing,
And with a horrible, horrible grinding and gnashing,
Devoursa hundred poorcreaturesandfeels nore morse.
It’s no wonder of course,
Thathereallyought,perhaps,tochangehis ways.
“But”(as hesays
With an evil grin)
“It’sactuallynot myfault,yousee!
I’ve nothingto do withthetragedy;
Iopen my mouthforayawnand —ah me —
i n.”
AUGUST
189
