To call it an aquacultural pilot project
Would be to exaggerate its dignity
Not that research in aquaculture is all that lofty or profound
There were ponds
There were fish which would rise expecting food
And if you kicked the sandy dirt into one of the ponds
The fish would retreat into the murk
Thereby displeasing the proprietor
There were firearms to frighten off the wading birds
But so far as anybody knew
There was nothing to be done
About the frogs the turtles or the snakes