One day, I saw a fish with feet
As I walked along the high street,
And the thing that I could plainly see
Was that he had some dainty feet.
The fish, he smiled, waved and looked
As he put down his hard back book
And doffed his hat, which was very flat
and I felt happy to doff my cap.
We took tea together, starting at three
And made sweet musical harmony
As I twanged my tulip plated flute
And he accompanied me on his lute
But out of water fish don’t survive,
So he said his farewell and I said goodbye
I loved him dearly and it made me ill,
So I have replaced my lungs for gills.
Under the water we now live
In a converted cylindrical sive
I do the washing, and he makes the tea
In our happy house under the sea
0 Responses to “Fish with Feet”