If I were to live my life br in catfish forms br in scaffolds of skin and whiskers br at the bottom of a pond br and you were to come by br one evening br when the moon was shining br down into my dark home br and stand there at the edge br of my affection br and think, "It's beautiful br here by this pond.I wish br somebody loved me," br I'd love you and be your catfish br friend and drive such lonely br thoughts from your mind br and suddenly you would be br at peace, br and ask yourself, "I wonder br if there are any catfish br in this pond?It seems like br a perfect place for them.