the shoes are tight - they're not quite right
for her feet they do not fit
so why can't she swim instead?

the fields are green and wide
the feeling's just about right
can she stay? but will the magic stay?
her heart too, will it fly one day?

can not she run wild?
and get lost without a care?
can not the knots untie by themselves?
and the mind truly be freed?

let this smile of hers stay a little longer
and her imagination run a little further
let her be where she will
let her be who she sees

would time pause for her if she sings,
that little carefree fish! her prelude!
her epilogue and prologue,
of the story of a childish fish.