The Little Golden Fish Poem by emmanuel emcaly ogundeji

The Little Golden Fish



At the back of the bay,
The little golden fish lay,
Born in the month of May,
Eating bales of hay,
without pay,
swimming back and forth everyday,
But he looks for a friend to play,
with whom he can gay,
And play in the clay,
still in hope he stay,
to find a way,
into the ocean far away,
so he can live without delay.

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