Little Fishy

OH, little fishy, what point are you?
What, exactly, do you do?
You swims a bit.
Stand stock-still.
You swims a bit more (but not too much).
And then you sit on your stool of water
(To think even a bit) and take in the view.
If only we could knew what went on in that shiny head.
And what you did say to the other little fishy.

I like your scaly feathers, which fly you in the water.
You do not speak, 
But prefer to squeak 
From your coral perch -
High in the deep water. 
Or sometime deeper down.

Outside in the sea.
There be where you be.
Oh, come with me, pretty little fishy, 
And swim down to your river at the bottom -
Or have you forgotten?

There I’ll set you free -
So you can be what you be.
And see whom you want to see...
Only I did forgot the river is not slightly salted.
So your little life was swiftly halted…
By me… Sorry, little fishy.