I've finished finding the finest fish in Finland. Though I feel forlorn, for I fly solo. Perhaps in the future I'll have found a favorite friend. We'd be famous and free from the frogs you call people. I'd follow them to flaming Florida where we would burn to the color of flamingos. Or freezing flat-lands where we'd face a frosty fate. If only I could find a fun friend who's feelings would flower into a friendship fabulous and strong. But I'm a fool thinking frivolously. For my search is fruitless. If I believe I've found a friend, for a fleeting fragile moment, I frighten them away. I fear I'll forever find my way around this world alone. :,[
