The Upside Down Goldfish in a Bowl’s Song

Freda came home and found her goldfish swimming upside down in its bowl. She panicked and picked up the bowl and rushed to the vets with it. The vet examined the fish through a large magnifying glass and concluded that nothing could or should be done. Freda too her fish home and placed the bowl back in its usual place. Throughout this ordeal the goldfish sings this song (to the tune of “I had a little nut tree”):

(Chorus)
World’s walls are made of clear glass
Outer space is such a scream
Watch it as it floats past
Like living in a dream

There’s gravel for my ceiling
The floor is made of air
This is my natural being
It’s the same everywhere
Green weeds hang from the skyline
Food floats up from the floor
It rises to my eyeline
And eating’s such a chore

(Chorus)

Just watch that weird space being
He lives out there in hell
Stuck onto his ceiling
And swinging like a bell
He’s made the floor a quiver
With his flapping around
What sometimes makes me shiver
Are the ripples on the ground

(Chorus)

World’s caught up by this being
As it flies through the doors
Rolling and a reeling
Chaos churns up the floors
And trees grow from hell’s skyline
Space floors are fluffy clouds
Torment flies by the eyeline
Beings spin round in crowds

Chorus
World’s walls are made of clear glass
Outer space is so inane
Chaotic as it whirls past
It’s driving me insane

Oh look at these space beings
Two now out there in hell
stuck onto their ceiling
One cannot be too well
His eye’s gone big and shiny
It gloats below the floor
Bright lights start to blind me
And I can take no more

Chorus
World’s walls are made of clear glass
Outer space now makes me scream
I’m watched as it floats past
It is an eerie scene

World’s grabbed now by a being
And flies around once more
Spinning and careening
Violent froths the floor
Lampposts are on hell’s skyline
Hell’s floor is a blue void
More torment’s at the eyeline
This could get me annoyed

Chorus
World’s walls are made of clear glass
They see through glass darkly
Watch them as they float past
I see them quite starkly

World’s put down by this being
And settles down once more
With gravel for a ceiling
Floor is flat as before
Green weeds hang from the skyline
Food floats up from the floor
It rises to my eyeline
And eating’s such a chore

Chorus
World’s walls are made of clear glass
Outer space is now serene
Watch it as it floats past
Like living in a dream

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