Oh Silver salmon far from your native Pacific;
You live a meager, cultured existence in the
lake called Michigan;
Yet you leap, frolic, and lark about;
Your adopted home is the creek of Thompson
and the shores of driftwood;
Your only friends are the Eagle, Osprey, and Bill;
And all they ask is to have you for dinner;
'Tis no wonder that you are the vanishing, lonesome Coho.
