"Amphibious singers who yodel away,
Providing a soundtrack deluxe,
I envy your tones, the expressive array
Of music you offer the world."

"So gliding and delicate, free from the mucks
That cling to my flippers and legs,
Your piscine enchantment provides me the crux
For sentiments tangled and swirled."

Admiring the other, they each of them begs
The universe, "Let me possess
The traits that will raise me, ensconced in the dregs,
Revealing me, proudly unfurled."

Confronted, they'd never admit or confess
The feelings they daren't display.
Instead, they pretend that they're fine and suppress
Anxieties, keeping them curled.