My kipper fish had sadly died,
So weeping there, I span around
And threw its carcass at the ground.
�Fine, be like that!� I shouted then.
�I�ll just go buy another ten!�
The pet shop, I will have you know,
Was buried eight feet deep in snow.
I tunnelled there, but soon got lost;
And I was bitten by the frost.
My nose fell off, my fingers too;
There was nothing I could do!
I lost my legs, my arms, my head;
Yet somehow still I wasn�t dead.
So I, a torso, hopped about
And gave an almighty shout,
�Why me? Why me? Alas, alack.�
And in the snow, my skin turned black.
I lay there for a day at least,
Until at last I was deceased.
I tried being dead for a while,
But then I winked and gave a smile.
�I just don�t get how it could be
That I could die so easily!�
So I leapt up, refreshed, renewed;
Flowing mane and freshly shoed.
It seems that I had been reborn
As (get this) a unicorn!
I ran �cross fields, and I stayed there.
Free of worries, free of care.
And yet sometimes I do still wish
I hadn�t lost my kipper-fish.
