My Little Brown Goldfish

by leanna leanna   Apr 16, 2005


When my little brown goldfish died
I was really quite surprised.

I chose it from the rest
Because it seemed the best
It was brown and zesty a little testy
I had named it Pepsi.

So bright alive and full of fight, but
floating upright on that night
When my little brown goldfish died.

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