THE MIDDEN'S SONG

“Bubble, Bubble,

Swim to see

Oh, how beautiful

I be.

“Fishes, Fishes,

Finned and fine,

What's your gold

Compared with mine?

“Why, then, has

Wise Tishnar made

One so lovely,

Yet so sad?

“Lone am I,

And can but make

A little song,

For singing's sake.”