In the blue sea, in the blue sea
There is a little fish swimming, a bright little fish, a stickleback now.
It made a nest, found a mate, played with the mate,
The mate laid some eggs and went away.
And the little fry fish came out.
The brave stickleback, the brave,
He did not let a single one get get killed.
Not a single one, not a single one.
He made a little spot in the ground and kept them there until there were big.
But even when they had grown their thorns and could swim bravely,
He still swam after them to make sure they were safe enough.