The Goldfish Whisperer
Deep in the middle of the middle of the Indian Sea
Was a goldfish whisperer, who is known only to me.
I saw her in my dreams, wearing coral and green.
She enticed goldfish, they were flipping downstream.
They matched her dress, her demeanor, even her hair.
They seemed excited and enthusiastic beyond compare.
I had never seen anyone making these fish so happy.
The goldfish whisperer had them downright sappy.
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