Come sit next to me
and I'll tell you a tale.
The tale of a wish.

One day, while flying by,
a bird noticed a fish,
who was trying to fly.

He landed on the calm sea,
that didn't lap, push or pull,
And up to the young fish,
swam the old gull.


"Get your head out of there,
the air's for us birds.
Stop fluttering there,
and come down," came the words.
"You're not supposed to dream.
You're not supposed to wish.
And you must not fly,
because you're just a fish."

"You cannot do this,
You cannot do that.
Oh, just leave me alone!
Go get caught by a cat!"

"But why try so hard
to do something you can't?
You won't get away,
surely you shan't."

"Go away you...
Oh, something mean!
You're not helping me,
you're only hurting my dream."

"But I do want to help,
and I don't wish you harm. -"

"stop wasting your breath,
before you buy the farm."

"There's no helping you."
With that the bird flew away.

But the fish kept on trying,
all hours of the day.

And on one tiring night,
When the stars and moon shone,
the fish jumped quite high,
and had thought he had flown.

And he had, and he was,
without a doubt!
So he did flips and did rolls,
and flew all about.

Then by flew the bird,
who started to laugh,
"Why, you're doing it kid!
You've done it, at last."

So on flew the fish,
from sea to sea,
But there's another twist to the story.
You see, that fish was me.

And I don't regret those long nights
And I don't regret my toils.

In fact, I don't regret a thing,
because I followed my dream.

And I think you should too.
You should never give up.
'Cause if you try hard,
it will come soon enough.

But now I'm an old fish and I'm going home
to the fish that I love,
because they're the only thing better than flying above.