Finnish Farewell

This is how we broke the news to my brother Danny on his mission in Finland that his 2-year-old goldfish, "Biggie Smalls," had died.

Dear Master Danny,

I write you this poem
To tell you goodbye
For I'm going home

I'm going like you-
Far away to the land
Where "Finns" are the thing
That they all understand

Don't get me wrong
I'll miss this ol' place
At feeding time
Seeing Mom's happy face

But please don't be sad
There's no need to cry
There's a much bigger bowl
For me out in the sky

And I'll always be near
For times when it's hard
I'm conveniently buried
Out in your backyard!

It's a lesson in life
'Bout things that are gold
Pretty to look at
But rarely can hold

To my plastic plant
And to each of you
It is time for me
To bid you Adieu

'Cause we all gotta listen
When nature calls
So this is farewell

From your fish,

Biggie Smalls