Sat here by this stony brook Until the grey day turned to dust When up swam a fish with a children's book Thought that I was lost He was on his way to the salmon hop That's where they go to breed Saw me sitting on this log And thought I'd like to read The night was cloudy But the moon he found a hole Said that he felt bad for me 'Cause I had no place to go Why aren't you at the harvest ball With some sweet young gal You just sit like a bump on the log And call that fish your pal Well, I told him I was an orphan Lived here all alone But many people have often tried To catch and take me home They never caught me Thought that I was a hiding Call this log my home But the fish and the moon And a sweet young gal All want me for their own The night was cloudy But the moon he found a hole Said that he felt bad for me 'Cause I had no place to go So I met that gal at the harvest ball She took me to her room While I slept in children's dreams The fish ran away with the moon The fish ran away with the moon The fish ran away with the moon