Baby Goldfish in her Fingernails

Come see my nails the excited young woman said I went though I had a wet towel on my head We were in the beauty shop, with faces red Baby fish were in her nails. How could they be fed? I was so horrified, I wanted to leave right away But I had waited thirty minutes, so I decided to stay Others ran over to look and said things merry and gay I could not wait to leave; I finally ran out straight away