And a fish you had to be,
What kind of fish would be your wish?
My own would be—an angel fish.
“With nose of loveliest turquoise blue,
And tail-wings of yellowest golden hue—
I’m sure my most angelic wish
Is to be an angel fish.
“Don’t you suppose when fishes die
Their dream is never toward the sky;
But if they’re good, their dearest wish