Quietly along the banks of the Urabamba a giant salmon searches

For some food so yummy

To fill his aching, empty tummy

Upon the banks of the Urabamba a winged man searches

For some food so yummy

To fill his lovely wifey's tummy

Deep in the river the salmon finds a meaty treat

Quickly he swims, a swift attack

Quickly he bites, a wittle snack

On the banks the winged man rejoices

He reels with furor

The fish am terror

With great strength and weakness the end is nigh

The man yelled woot woot

The fish's thoughts, quite moot

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Valnuary, in the year 855 AF.