The Weeping Fish Orchestra

I once awoke into a dream And there I saw a sight. Adrift, a draft of Daffodils Breezed on a hard day's night. Still looking up and at the sky, A Dandelions nest, Shone down like rays of Buttercups Alighting up my vest. “Hello,” I bellied up to it. And smiling like a wave, Hoped hoping as I climbed inside That it was well behaved. Abound with hobnail boot astride It turned and travelled on- Until it reached another place Where I had not come from. “It's like a well know strangers face,” I mused in thoughtish utter. The one my Fatter used to wear Before he ground my Mutta. Then leaping like a jumping bean, I landed open eyed, And spied a sandy cobbled shore where nothing did reside. “How long,” I said, “have you been here?” And in a mock reply, It answered with a knowing look, Then flew off on a pie. Alone, I sat beside myself, For company of course, And listened while I hummed a song In tones that made me hoarse. And then, I swear, as fast as fast, Beneath a sea of hands, An orchestra of weeping fish Grab grabbed me from the sands. They sat me on a flying Whale That soared beneath the sea, And took me home to where he lived To make us both some tea. “Oh, what a lovely Plaice you have,” I told him over grubber, And with that, getting on all fours He let me pull his udder. “Please don't do that!” A Fishcake cried, “You don't know where he's from.” But having learned this lessen once I noticed I had gone.