Phish + Moll

How to describe the duo birthed from that caul

That would create the last digi-coin brawl

How he the great phisher king fished a doll

I'll tell you the story of Phish and Moll

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He was THE phisher, best of his known kind

Able to persuade even the stout mind

That his emails were real and a find

But every known fool to his tricks was blind

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She a crafty hacker in every way

Able to get past any gate or stay

To find digital treasure where it lay

And escape before alerting her prey

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One day she hears about our poor old phish

Thinks that he might be a bug she can squish

Thinks she'll phish him with just a simple swish

But doesn't realize he's no simple dish

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On first attempts he catches her with ease

So simple that to him it was a breeze

Though he didn't end up with her digi-keys

He did discover who was after him

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So he then threw a reel to phish her back

Trying to steal from her fat digit-stack

Of course she slapped away his dumb attack

And asked to meet in a far downside shack

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They weren't sure what they might come to find

Weren't sure if they'd get stabbed from behind

Wasn't sure if this person was a catfish

They weren't sure this person was a wish

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Rain was pouring, leaving no water lack

They both arrive silent dressed all in black

She likes his hair, he compliments her rack

With a quick knack they take off their flack jack

And lips are clinched in a euphoric smack

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And that's how the team began in a squall

That didn't fail even when against the wall

Or so arduously in victory crawl

The ever unbeatable Phish and Moll