MY PET GOLDFISH AND MY SOUL

Rita was my pet fish,

She lived in my pet fish bowl,

And, although Rita was just a goldfish,

She was mated to my soul,

Rita lived in just a fish bowl,

But, to Rita it was a sea,

And, Rita only had to show those big fish eyes,

To get most anything from me,

I bought Rita lots of play toys,

Like a plastic clam and a porcelain bell,

I even bought her a harmonica,

And, she learned to play it well,

Then, one day Rita passed away,

She got stuck in the porcelain bell,

And, I had a tiny fish fry,

Then, Rita's things I had to sell.