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Goldfish appear to prefer the color orange
They have no arms to reach conclusions 
Live out their lives in water bowls or tanks

Some college students swallow them as pranks 
Bad people with no manners
Gold fish are not meant as snacks

Children spill them on the carpet in accidents
They are not guilty of killing their fishy friend
And when stepped on by their little feet
Well that was simply an experiment
Fish die all the time

Survival outside of water is not their style

Fish can't escape at times like this
Fins stop flapping.  Fish comes to an end

Gold fish are not inclined to go to war
Or live on or off the floor
The military rejects them
They have deferments for their infirmities
Fish are lacking hands and feet

Goldfish don't walk on streets in evenings
They have no need and have fear of beatings
Preferring loitering in water to sidewalk journeys

They take no interest in dentists either
Goldfish have no teeth and don't eat sweets

Swimming around in its own feces
People are too lazy to change the bowl or feed it
Making for something sad and bleak to see

Inevitably flushed down the drain
No one gives a pittance
They all look exactly the same
Goldfish can easily be replaced
Just pick one up at the pet store
And give it the name of the deceased

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