wow! And if she does turn around, they will just paddle all the faster! I'm afraid it's too late for these poor chums. Darn! I think it's me that's hooked now! Funny how that happened... Her tail is awesome! Hmmm, that didn't sound just right, but you know what I mean ;o) Oh, and I remembered the rest of my poem- just had some of the words confused. Ha! Scent of bass? "But if I spied yon fish-tail'd lass, From shipboard through my looking glass, Then worms would have to die, alas, For I'd go fish to catch that... ...to catch that..." (okay, lessee... "to buy you gas"? No, not that... "to cut your grass"? hmmm, that ain't it either...)