You swam around your small abode, dancing to skillet with great skill.
You bobbed your head, swished your tail, and even pumped your gill!
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When the daylight broke and we still slept, you floated there with ease.
You tried to understand your owner's obsession with different kinds of cheese!
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Writing letters from afar, you let Joanna know,
the different things that happened here while Christ's love she tried to show.
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The things you did brought joy to us, mostly because you were crazy.
But now we see that really, you were colorful... we were lazy.
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We tapped your tank and screamed allot, yet somehow you still lived.
It seems you had so many gifts that you just loved to...gived.
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Your life was full, you wrote so well - but now your time has come. It's been real great to know you man, but now I fear you've gone!
R.I.P. Nigel, you were a good fishy to my friend!
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