Are fish happy dancing through the waves?
Darting through the pearls and crystal caves?
Singing as they wander with their mates
No anxious thoughts of money nor of fate.
Through the salty water on they glide
Happy with the temperature and tide.
I wish that I could swim beneath the sea
No painful joints nor mental agony.
I liked the teal green seas we saw at Hythe
Coming down the Saxon Cliffs we sighed.
The burning cornfields sent their red smoke high.
I wish we were together in the car
Driving down to Kent, it’s not so far