Lucy Mae held up her hand

To place upon the glass,

When a big, bright orange fish

Waved and swam on past.

“Oh fishy, fishy, do come back!”

Pleaded little Lucy Mae;

Fish blew bubbles in her face,

When she asked about his day.

“You are my favorite color!”

Cried Lucy with delight.

“Not too yellow, not too red,

But juuuuusssst right.”

“And all your sweet little friends

Must look up to you,

With big green eyes and flowy tail

That I can see right through!”