Goldfish
I love my little goldfish, he’s my friend;
He swims a hundred miles every day.
His swimming never seems to have an end;
Perhaps he thinks he’s swimming far away.
Around and ’round my little goldfish goes
And I can see him when he’s far or near.
I wonder if my little goldfish knows
That he’s been swimming ’round for half a year.
His ocean is the water in his bowl.
To me it seems a cozy little place.
A rock inside makes quite a lovely shoal.
And polished glass surrounds his private space.
But sometimes when he stops to look at me,
I wonder if he’s longing for the sea.