Goldfish
We spend our lives as kings of gold
That everybody sees and knows
Swimming ‘round and always there
For everyone to stop and stare
And a little like royalty
We peer through the glass regularly
At those on the other side
Busy with their peasant lives
The events of the day
Are the banquets that come our way
The ample food drifting down
To the court swimming round
In the bowl we are safe
From the ones that purr and wait
Their fantasy that we will fall
From the bowl standing tall
Our little court has its knights
That share the space with us inside
With gratitude for the bowl we\'re in
With a castle where we can swim