I once knew
a little fish
who only had
a little wish:
that she might swim
a little way
downriver to
a little bay.
But she was in
a little pond
whose owner was
a little fond
of how she swished
her little tail
and how light caught
her little scales
(so white with just
a little red).
This filled her with
a little dread,
because it seemed
our little fish
would never have
her little wish
that she might swim
a little way
downriver to
a little bay.
So she made
a little plan
to soon outwit
that little man:
she would go on
a little quest,
though she felt
a little stressed,
and break out of
the little pool
and make that man
a little fool.
Oh yes! She'd be
a little proud
and make her friends
a little wowed
at how she'd swim
a little way
downriver to
a little bay.
Our fish did love
this little dream
of swimming down
a little stream
and she spent lots
of little days
dreaming in
a little haze
of rivers and
a little wave
which, if she was
a little brave,
she could ride
a little way
downriver to
a little bay.
Yes, she'd need
a little luck:
for now, she was
a little stuck
and could not find
a little stream,
no way to have
her little dream.
She found herself
a little caught
by missing such
a little thought
from her design:
a little prep
would surely find
the little step
her plan required.
A little hitch,
but otherwise
her little pitch
was flawless: just
a little bit
of cunning and
a little wit
would find it with
a little time,
and then she'd make
the little climb,
if she could wait
a little more
she'd make it to
that little shore...
Oh! She craved
a little luck
to no more be
a little stuck.
And that is how
our little fish,
who only had
a little wish,
thought about
her little scheme
to one day have
her little dream
for almost all
her little life,
and never knew
a little strife
swimming in
her little pond
whose owner was
a little fond
even though
her little scales
had now turned
a little pale.
In fact she'd grown
a little old,
and never been
a little bold
enough to leave
her little pool,
for she was
a little fool
who lived within
a little trance
waiting for
a little chance.
Perhaps it is
a little sad,
but I'm myself
a little glad
that my good friend,
this little fish,
did not achieve
her little wish,
for though it seems
a little wrong:
that's why I sing
my little song.
Sometimes we have
a little dream,
and dwell upon
a little scheme
of cunning and
a little wit
and muse for just
a little bit
too long. I hope
this little tale
will help to lift
that little veil
and let you see
a little way
beyond your dreams
this little day.
For when you have
a little wish,
remember then
our little fish
and hold onto
this little fact:
life is made
of little acts.
We must do
our little part
to make ourselves
a little start
or we will be
a little stuck:
it's action, not
a little luck,
that would have let
that little fish
swim free and get
her little wish.