Me and my little goldfish

I remember me  
little goldfish,
how I wished,  
and wished, and wished,       
        
from the brightest  
stars and sunsets,  
upon his  
little fishy dish,       
        
and how he looked  
and pondered clearly,  
my fishy  
me friendly fish,     
    
when I asked him,  
do you remember,     
he said,  
do you remember if,      
 
then I'd get lost in  
his excellent eyes,       
again, and  
again, and again,       
        
and he'd forget  
he ever told me,    
and I'd forget  
that I told him,       
        
so then me and  
my little fishy,  
we would just swim,
and swim, and swim.