There once was a fish called the Sleeper, Who glided on rails like a keeper. With eyes on its head, It hunts as it's led, By the trains, it follows as a sleeper. This goby is quite the sensation, A railway rider, it's the sensation! It hides in the sand, With its head out of land, And feeds on the tide's migration. With its yellow tail and" name="description"/>
There once was a fish called the Sleeper, Who glided on rails like a keeper. With eyes on its head, It hunts as it's led, By the trains, it follows as a sleeper. This goby is quite the sensation, A railway rider, it's the sensation! It hides in the sand, With its head out of land, And feeds on the tide's migration. With its yellow tail and" property="og:description"/>
There once was a fish called the Sleeper, Who glided on rails like a keeper. With eyes on its head, It hunts as it's led, By the trains, it follows as a sleeper. This goby is quite the sensation, A railway rider, it's the sensation! It hides in the sand, With its head out of land, And feeds on the tide's migration. With its yellow tail and" name="twitter:description"/>
Sleeper Railway Glider Goby
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