Spawning salmon slowly swim up the shallow stream,
shift, shift, shift is the sound that I hear.
Rushing water twirling round,
salmon hurry, the eggs mustn't be found!
Hide your children in the jagged rocks
then swim away for your end is near.
Babies are here and salmon are gone.
"Mommy!" they call but nobody answers.
They are alone.
Soon they run downstream, now full grown fry,
then after four years they return to that place
where they were born that very fine day
and give birth to their own new fry
before they swim up the stream and die.
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