It must be so simple to be a fish

Especially with a loving owner

And plenty of space

Not a worry in the world

No "how will I eat next?"

Or "do I have enough for rent this month?"

Ah, such is the simple life of a fish

They do nothing monetary for us

But we love and shower them with attention and gifts

My fish in particular is a lucky fellow

A whole five gallons for one little beta

He swims all day, eats his meals with my wife and I

And then sleeps after a day of swimming and living

Oh for life to be so simple

If only I could be just like him

Calm and peaceful, in my own personal pond

But I love him dearly, though sometimes I am envious,

Because he is my fish, and he needs me as much as I need him