The Magic Fish
Down upon the water’s edge,
Reclining on a rocky ledge,
The princess captured up a fish,
Who offered her a wish.
Thy beauty is beguiling, ma’am!
The beauty of the moon, madame!
The comeliness of perfect trees,
That whisper in the breeze.
And since I am enamoured now,
I’ll make thy wish come true somehow,
I’ll flap my tail and bubbles blow,
And render thee a show!
A wish? Are you a magic thing?
With gold inside and dreams to bring?
Do genies of the ancients dream,
Inside thy silver stream?
Do treasures rest inside thy breast?
In polished jade, with jewels impressed,
Do necklaces of pearl dwell there,
Beneath thy soulful stare?
Do you keep merchant wares inside?
Prodigious wealth you try to hide,
Like baskets washed up on the tide,
Where magic babes reside?
Indeed, good sir, I would infer,
That you keep cupboards full of fur,
With shoes in blues and other hues,
A sort of skillful ruse.
Enough of this! Pray stay thy mind!
Indeed I have great things to find,
Although mine eye is going blind,
I’m really very kind.
In that case sir, I wish for stew,
Along with that, a healthy brew,
I’m hungry and desire a meal,
I’m peckish now, I feel.
Madame, I shall respond anon,
And though I couldst bring thee the sun,
I’ll bring to thee a meal for free,
So sated thou shalt be!
So with a splash and with a flap,
The fish leapt out from in her lap,
And swam in zest, the maid impressed,
Accomplishing his test.
And in the twinkling of an eye,
Beneath a fairy kingdom sky,
The fish returned, his honour earned,
With not a morsel burned.
In sooth, my love, my turtle dove,
As heavens glint with stars above,
I proffer to thy person now,
A stew made from a cow.
The brew thy asked for is but plain,
The water captured from the rain,
Consume the drips in little sips,
With thy delightful lips.
My fish! My lord! By saints adored!
I must this magic meal applaud!
I sat so lonesome, keenly bored,
And now this act! I’m flawed!
The princess calming down at last,
Embarked upon the warm repast,
Her sense of taste by water graced,
And such a stewy taste.
Thy enigmatic magic worked!
And not a morsel lost or shirked,
I’ve conquered this fantastic meal,
With devastating zeal!
The fish went red with pride and cheer,
It’s really nothing much my dear!
By night winds fanned I kiss thine hand,
I live for thy demand!
The fish was gay and swam away,
I’ll see thy soul another day!
As moths within the moonshine play,
As Undines grace the bay!
As frogs leap o’er the fallen bower,
As summer rains send out their shower,
Thy boredom wilt mine heart devour,
With every gifted hour.
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