Gone (from) Fishin’: icthyophobia
His boyhood’s greatest single wish
Was that he’d never see a fish.
They frightened him, those swimming things
That had no lungs, no fur, no wings.
His parents tried so hard to teach
Him. Took him to a nearby beach,
A nice place—like a public park.
But he got eaten by a shark.
The moral? Here it’s very clear:
There sometimes is a cause for fear.