Little fish swim in shallow little ponds.
They lounge in the light, close to the surface.
Little fish let the sun warm their backs,
Grazing on the best weed the pond offers.
Little fish lie still as water washes over their bellies,
Letting the river take them where it wishes.
Little fish never EVER swim alone.
They certainly do not go exploring.
Little fish do not go chasing big rivers,
They don’t have adventures or go getting lost.
Little fish don’t go hurtling down rapids,
Getting sucked into the deep darkness.
But sometimes little fish wish they would.