Damsel, you blue pretty fish.
You always gave me great bliss.
And me, your friend, Lane, will remember
the times we had from August to September.
And this morning I found you,
sad on the bottom of your little tank, blue.
And this afternoon, I said goodbye to you.
And even though I am eleven,
I love you quite great.
will love you forever,
you upon the bright gate.
| Lane |