He was a cold fish

He was a cold fish

So he made a wish

He wished for a pair of gloves

With which to keep his fingers warm

And a scarf

Because he’d never had a scarf before

And maybe a hat

With a feather in it’s band

A woolly jumper and leg-warmers

Possibly some thermal underthings

And thick-knit socks

Like the fishermen wore

But, most of all

He wished he could live somewhere warm

And not need all of those clothes.

He was a cold fish

And a gold fish

And he never got his wish.

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