Fishy, fishy,

Swim, swim, swim,


What's it like inside your bowl?

Is it hot or cold?

Out here, in the air,

The temperature is fare,

But the serene life of you,


Not being a fool,

I envy that,

I wish I was a fish,

I could be in your bowl and we could chat,

I love to see your colorful tail swish,

In the cooling water of your bowl.


Fishy, fishy,

Swim, swim, swim,

This poem is about: 
Our world


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