The Song Momboo Taught Me When I Was a Child

When I was five, I had three little fishies and a mama fishy too. The mama fishy told the three little fishies to swim, swim if they could, and they swam and they swam all over the dam. But it wasn’t a dam; it was the side of their fishbowl. I found them on the floor looking rather melancholic and dead. Poor little fishies. Maybe they shouldn’t have listened to mama fishy after all; maybe mama fishy wasn’t as smart as they thought. I could have been their Mama, but they wouldn’t let me, as I couldn’t speak their blub blub fishy talk. They never would learn English and now they’re floating in the sewer, not as nice as their bowl castle.