Little Fish

Little Fish; you don’t know that you are.

Little Fish can’t see reason in stars.

But you know the teacher screen so well.

From your glass bowl, what stories you tell.

And he swims,

And he swims,

And he swims.

‘No we don’t need Jupiter.’

No, I don’t suppose you do,

With all those glass bottom views;

You’ll go swimming.

‘But my story’s half missing.’

This he thought

From the bowl with a view.

Lonesome naught;

So very few could he find.

As he swims,

As he swims,

As he swims.

But then, her shell he did find,

With the Moon in her pocket of time.

And she listens to you, Little Fish,

When you say ‘put that Moon away;

I’ll make a Moon

With my glass bottom view.

And yes, if you want, you may stay.’

Try and swim,

Try and swim,

Try and swim.

Little Fish thinks he knows what she is,

And he knows of the shell that she keeps.

But he shall stay with his dear teacher screen,

With his stories and man-maker Jupiter dreams.

From a plate on the table, she’ll want glass with a view,

So you’ll see her in ways that only she can see you,

When she swims,

When she swims,

When she swims...