song of a thirsty fish

Song of a Thirsty Fish.



Well, deary me where am I,
I awake I’m on a plane.
Window seat, water below,
I think I’m going insane.

There’s a man with crutches beside me,
And I remember the contract I have,
To bring him to America,
And it’s such a far off Land.

My fare is being paid for,
And the wages are really good.
I think I’ll stay for a couple of days,
I’m wondering if I should.


There’s land in sight and I’m nervous,
Of the Plane coming down with a bang.
But the Sun sets over a mountain,
And I hear a wonderful sound.

It’s a song I’m sure I’ve heard before,
It’s the song of a true come wish.
A song of morning, a song of evening,
A song of a thirsty fish.

The plane it lands and the man is gone,
My contract therefore filled.
Deceived, broke and all alone,
I head for the hills.

Days and nights I travel,
It’s sticky and hot and I sweat.
But as soon as soon as soon can be,
I hit the hills half dead.

I’m looking around for the sound I heard,
Then as I sat in the plane,
But I need to get undercover,
Because it’s started to rain.

There in a cave of stalagmites,
Though dark so plain to see.
A fish lies by a puddle,
And it sings a song to me.

It’s a song I’m sure I’ve heard before,
It’s the song of a true come wish.
A song of morning, a song of evening,
A song of a thirsty fish.

Spoken….

I pick up the fish and place him head downwards in a glass of water
I just happened to have in my bag
And he empties the glass
Without a care.
Apparently he was very thirsty.
I put him in my back pocket
and indeed
he is still there.
He seems to like it.
Now and again I take him out and place him in a glass of water
and he drinks his fill
and as a sort of thank you
he sings me a song.

It’s a song I’m sure I’ve heard before,
It’s the song of a true come wish.
A song of morning, a song of evening,
A song of a thirsty fish.


Now what I’m wondering is……..
…Just who is the Thirsty Fish???