So for a couple of weeks Em swam around,
 in her little old bowl.
But she got kind of lonely,
 so my cousin went to her to consol
She said "Hey fishy, look at you,
 do you need another friend?"
"Yes indeed" Em she said,
 "I can no longer pretend."
"I am a fishy, covered with scales,
 and you are covered with skin.
I need a fishy friend,
 someone with whom I can swim."

So a short while later, back from the store,
 and with a bag in her hand,
My cousin she had met with,
 the little fishy's demand.
She said, "Hey fishy, lookee here,
 I got you another pal.
Now I must think of a fitting name,
 so I think I'll call you Al."
So for a couple of weeks, they both had fun,
 and just swam around.
Till that fatefull day in July,
 when little Al he drown.

Well the story goes, and I don't really know,
 but this is what I was told:
My cousin came home one day,
 and both fishys were floating in their bowl.
She said "Hey fishys, what's going on?"
 "Now don't you go drowning on me!"
She scooped them from their bowl, pumped their gills,
 a trying to make them breathe.
With a flipper and a flop, Em she revived,
 so she got put back in her bowl.
CPR on this fishy had worked,
 and had taken it's toll.
But with little Al things were bad,
 now I'm just stating the fact.
CPR on him couldn't,
 wouldn't bring him back.
She said "Hey little fishy, don't go,
 don't go dying on us please!"
"Yes Em and I we love you,
 and it's you who we needs."

But to no avail did the fishy prevail,
 to come back to life.
And the poor dead fishy,
 was leaving behind, his widowed wife.
Now Em and my cousin they mourned,
 the passing of their friend.
The wonderfull little fishy,
 who's life had come to an end.
And the causes are known, the fishys were thrown,
 an O.D. of O₂.    (overdose of oxygen)
Cause the pump to the bowl, had lost control,
 and become confused.
But thats been arranged, and these lives have changed,
 my cousin and her fishy Em.
They survived and still hold alive,
 memories of their old fishy friend.
So with the story told, another fish grows old;
 my cousin's fishy Em.
They're both thinking, of the good old days.
  And Fishy Al is still their friend...

     (Sept.16th,1998)