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Goldfish


Stranded on this forsaken island

goldfish, goldfish

How could I forget , 

goldfish, goldfish

will I ever see your baked, cheesy face again

cheddar, parmesan, pizza, pretzel, sour cream and onion

I have it all, shoes, shirt, pants and socks, 

matches, wood, food, pots, pans, utensils, rope, fishing rod

But all my heart really desires, needs and yearns for , 

is my Baked snack crackers from pepperidge farm

Goldfish, Goldfish.

 

 

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