Fishy

I knew a pretty little fish
In a pretty little fishbowl
Who swam around and said “I wish
That I could see the North Pole!”

I said, “Fishy, I do love you
And I wish I could agree
But I see your home is messy
And is littered with debris.

How can I give you to the sea
When your home needs such repair
I tell you what my fine finned friend
Clean up and then I’ll send you……there!”

I pointed clear across the room
And Fishy looked there with me
His eyes grew big as saucers
At what he did not before see.

A fish tank twenty times as big
As Fishy’s little fishbowl
With plants and snails and other fish
With whom to share his fish soul.

So, Fishy tidied up his bowl
With his fins he swept his home
For a week he did this every day
And I thought the time had come.