There was a girl I knew.

I called her Miss Fish Lips.

And I called her this because

She pursed her lips when she concentrated

And she looked just like a fish.

Miss Fish Lips

Was a simple girl,

A basic girl, even.

Her eyes were always big and wide

And she looked just like a fish.

Miss Fish Lips

Had a lot of friends

And she talked with them a lot.

When she was happy, she bubbled and chatted,

And she looked just like a fish.

Miss Fish Lips

Would sometimes go outside

And lay flat on the ground.

Facing the sun, she spread her arms wide

And she looked just like a fish.

Miss Fish Lips

Dressed in colorful clothes

Like silver, orange, and green,

But no matter what she'd wear, I could stare

And she looked just like a fish.

Miss Fish Lips

Looked really sad one day

So I asked her what was wrong.

She looked at me, smiled,

And said her name is Sarah.