Once there was a little lass who kept there in her garden
a wren or two, a duck who flew, and a goldfish who n'er strayed.
As she fed the garden plants, she nourished them quite well
The bird could leave but chose to stay, but the goldfish lived in hell.
But, where would you go, the wee one asked while feeding all her flock.
If you could, you'd leave this day and see the terrors of reality.
But, you my fish are truly mine, forever here to play.
For there is no way for your escape, So happy we will be!
Swim around then, back and forth, spending all the day
In a cool clear crystalline stream, your every need I will provide!
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