The Trouble

There came a day when Mr. Fish
Was ripped from his watery home.
He was stuck upon land,
But not able to stand,
While around him the land-creatures roamed.

He flopped all around til he came to a puddle,
And there he flipped and he breathed.
But the puddle was small,
And no rain would fall,
And soon he desired to leave.

"Oh, Mr. Bird!" he cried up to the sky,
"I'd like to make you a deal!"
The feathered one dropped,
Upon land he stopped,
While the fish looked up with zeal.

"I'm stuck in this puddle, oh, can't you see?
And I'd much like to get out.
But I can't climb ashore,
Or I won't live anymore!
Can't you help me on my route?"

Mr. Bird cocked his head, and said with a squawk,
"Why of course I'd help if I could!
But what can I do?
There's my feet, I've got two,
But they're far too small to do any good!"

So he left Mr. Fish, upset and lost,
Alone in his tiny, new abode.
But someone new came along,
Croaking out his old song,
And Mr. Fish locked his eyes on a Toad!

"Oh, Mr. Toad!" he cried out with glee,
"Do you have a moment to spare?
I'm stuck alone here,
I can't get home, I fear!
Is there anyway you could help me get there?"

But Toad too was puzzled,
And had nothing to say,
So away he hopped,
He barely even stopped!
And Mr. Fish cried out in dismay.

Then along came a human, kicking at rocks,
Until he suddenly looked straight down.
He saw Mr. Fish,
And then stretched his lips,
Into a huge, horrified frown.

"Poor little guy! Let's get you home!
There's no way you'll survive here!
So scooping him up,
In his hands like a cup,
He carried him to the pond that was near.

"Thank you, oh thank you!" Mr. Fish bubbled,
But the human was walking away.
Yet Mr. Fish never forgot,
Who helped him with his lot,
And carried him back the whole way.