The Day Our Goldfish Committed Suicide

Again and again we had saved our fish, Lowell,
who continually threw himself out of his bowl.
We thought that our fish
must have had a death wish,
for despite all our pleading,
he came close to succeeding.

Then one day, in a wink,
he leaped into the sink,
flopped around on his side
just as though he had tried!
We were too late to save him
so a funeral gave him.

`Twas a gray day indeed
but his wishes we’d heed.
We placed our dear Lowell
in a different bowl,
gathered round in a hush,
bid farewell with a flush.

But we’ll never forget
our finned friend from the wet
and the way that he died,
from fish suicide.