The Midden’s Song

“Bubble, Bubble,
Swim to see
Oh, how beautiful
I be.

“Fishes, Fishes,
Finned and fine,
What’s your gold
Compared with mine?

“Why, then, has
Wise Tishnar made
One so lovely,
Yet so sad?

“Lone am I,
And can but make
A little song,
For singing’s sake.”