Spare for My Size, Me

When my wings have been let down And my fins have found direction Sharpened on their razor edges I would make more for your promise Keep me from the table Do not show me to the pot Spare me from the leopard's claws And from the clenches of your jaws Any of the river banks Offers up a chance of catch To earn a mark of honour on your character Persistence on the waning path Follow and to follow Belief for my growth And hope for what my promise hold I would make more for your promise Spare for my size, me When I am outgrown of these shallow sandy banks And you have become a patient man I will jump onto your hand In summertime And we would walk over water and over land In the pleasure gardens I would tell of the kindness shown By the little fisherboy and his striped cat If we are careful then I would not be treasure I would be a friend Spare for my size, me When my wings have been let down And my fins have found direction Sharpened on their razor edges I would make more for your promise Keep me from the table Do not show me to the pot Spare me from the leopard's claws From the clenches of your jaws Any of the river banks Offers up a chance of catch To earn a mark of honour on your character Persistence on the waning path Follow and to follow and to follow Belief for my growth And hope for what my promise hold I would make more for your promise Spare for my size, me