Maybe I’m losing it. Or maybe I’m not. But after a post about gefilte fish that may or may not have flirted with existentialism and alchemy, I thought it was time to write a book. A book geared to the brilliant children in our midst. A book so breathtaking it would grab the attention of both children and adults, galavanting them into another sphere.
Here’s what I got:
I wish I wish I was a fish
Oh what a silly silly wish
Of all things that I could wish
Why would I want to be a fish?
When I could choose a lofty wish
Why be a brainless swimming fish?
I could be water in my wish
The water all around the fish
Reflecting light, oh what a wish
Instead why choose to be a fish
Oh what a foolish wish to wish
To be a rainbow colored fish
Without a mouth to shout a wish
Just nothing but a slimy fish
I could be anything whilst I wish
Anything at all not just a fish
But yet I wish I wish I wish
To be nothing but a fish
And I know why I make this wish
This wish this wish to be a fish
For fish you see it rhymes with wish
And so I wish to be a fish
If anyone knows a good illustrator, let me know. Or on the other hand, maybe don’t.