The fish are comfortable even in the winter time.
But I believe that the fish like their lily-pond home better than their tub home in a dark cellar.
Where the Stream Runs Blue
Over in the meadow,
Where the stream runs blue,
Lived an old mother fish
And her little fishes two.
“Swim,” said the mother;
“We swim,” said the two—
So they swam and they leaped