Fish

Swim little fish, swim away.

Keep on swimming, or drown in dismay.

I believe you can do it, go on little fish,

You’re almost there, now one more wish.

 

Just keep swimming, don’t you cry.

No more tears pouring from your eye.

We are worried, scared.

Now please, share.

 

Why are you crying?

No, why are you dying?

Why are you sad?

No, why are you mad?

 

It doesn’t matter, for we are here.

Now come closer, come on my dear.

You will never be alone, even when I’m gone.

And when that time comes, you will move on.