I've got a bream, fish, fish, and now the tank's screen is clean.
Water was cloudy, full of dirt and mites,
Oxygen count was quite light.
Old carp died here. I parked him on a watery bier.

Well water's now what my fish find.
And an aerator gives it a swirl.
It was tragic when carp died.
So I flushed it to the sea.
It smelled worse than a beanery,
Flushing it set my nose free.
Closed the lid, filled,
Said, "goodbye, gills,"
Sent it to the sound or bay.

I got an ultraviolet lamp,
So they, my fish, could get some rays
And keep the water algae-free.
Well water isn't like that from the bay.
Water turns brown if I let the pH drop down.

Well now my fish is doing fine.
Why don't you try my cuisine, little girl--
Escargot appetizer.
Well the main dish comes from the sea.
Ready for some bream fricassee?
Finned cuisine is so tasty.
It's pan-fried, girl,
Take a bite, girl,
Chase it with some Chardonnay.