We have a fish tank in our house;
it’s in my father’s den.
I watch my father feed those fish
just every now and then.
They eat, they swim, they eat some more,
that’s all they ever do.
What makes my father love those fish —
I haven’t got a clue.
They don’t fetch him the paper.
They can’t play ball or hunt.
They never lick him on the hand.
He can’t teach them a stunt.
He cannot take them for a walk.
They won’t sleep on his bed.
They never wag their tails at him
when they have been well-fed.
My dad’s fish are plain boring,
yes, each and every one.
I guess my father’s boring too
if he thinks fish are fun.