by Lane / Lane Boucher Copyright 2002

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.