The water turned to cloudy grime, but Fibby, she was brave

I saw her situation, and my fish I thought I’d save

So drawing fresh, clean water from the sink was my best plan

And hurriedly, I did so as I filled my little pan

And Fibby waited patiently within her dirty bowl

She watched me as I tried to make her happiness my goal

I switched her water swiftly, and I put her on her shelf

And sat down to my homework, feeling quite proud of myself

But then I caught some movement in the corner of my eye

As Fibby zoomed around her bowl and frantically swam by

I hadn’t waited long enough to let the air seep through

My fish was suffocating; there was nothing I could do

She chased each tiny bubble, gasping desperately for air

And must have wondered why I watched as if I didn’t care

But I was horrified at Fibby’s tragic midnight plight

I watched her helplessly as Fibby fought her final fight

She threw herself into the air and smacked the hard glass wall

An effort to escape the pain and horror of it all

Her last swim was heroic, loops and twirls, around and round

Until she finally slowed her pace and rested upside-down

I know that I’m her murderer, but I’ll still miss my pet

And now I know when I grow up, I won’t become a vet