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Far below the ocean waves, a gnarble lay in 

bed,All night long his gnarble dreams kept 

swimming in his head.

He dreamt a dream of swimmingup to see 

the sky above,Lit up by the sun in colors he 

just knew he'd love

But gnarbles never swam that high, their 

fins were much too small,

Their tails were thin and floppy, which 

didn't help at all.

This gnarble liked his fins and had no 

problem with his tail,

So when he woke he knew that he just 

couldn't, wouldn't fail

But the other gnarbles warned him that he 

shouldn't swim so high,As did the blyfish 

family that always swam close by.

"No gnarble's ever swam that high, it 

simply isn't done,

A blyfish might just make the trip, but we 

know you're not one."

But the gnarble didn't listen and he left his 

friends behind.No silly blyfish family could 

ever change his mind

He swam up past the boulders made of 

spongy gishy-gosh.

So he kept swimming faster, trying hard to 

reach the top.

Just then a hungry warckel blocked the 

gnarble with his fin.

He grabbed him by his tail and brought him 

right up to his chin.

He turned around to see that he was in a 

bit of trouble.

The sound he heard was that of a silver 

subbalubble.

The gnarble tried to hide somewhere that 

he could safely stay.

But the subbalubble saw him and was 

headed right his way

The glimmy glin swam right past the 

subbalubble's face,

And the gnarble grabbed a glimmy fin and 

quickly left that place.

The gnarble swam up higher still,

    until he saw some light.

He knew it had to be the sun

    and, oh was it a sight!

Closely by a plink was sleeping, lying on his 

back.

He rubbed his giant belly as he dreamed 

about a snack.

The gnarble smiled happilyand set his fins a 

swimming .But he didn't see the plink wake 

up, for he was busy grinning.

The gnarble sat inside the plink and started 

softly crying.

He'd never make it out, so was there any 

point in trying?

But the Gnarble knew he'd come too close 

to quit and give up now,

"There must be someway out of here. 

There's got to be somehow.

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