[He sighs exasperatedly. He would honestly rather practice in private, not here, in front of his straw students and this guy.]

...There was a fisherman named Fisher -- [He's reading it slowly, revealing the words one at a time as he spoke.] who fished for some fissure- [He grits his teeth. Dammit, why is this so difficult for him? But no, he's going to keep going despite his mistake.] -some fish in a fissure. Till a fish with a grin, pulled the fisherman in. Now they're fishing the fissure for Fisher.

[...Well, it mostly worked that time.]