Is this a goldfish that I see before me?
Its tail twitching beneath my paw? I'll pounce.
I have it not, but yet I see it still.
Lurking beneath that lily pad are two
Yet fatter than the first. I'll try again.
The water's wet, but there's another one,
The leader of a shoal of many more.
And here's one dead - or does it quiver still?
I'll bite its head off. There's another one
Tossed from the pool, it slaps the pavement
Like my master's foot emerging from the bath.
'Tis music to my slaught'rous thoughts.
I'll fish till all my greyish fur is soaked
My pinkish paws bemired with mud and slime...