So

Standing on the corner

Waiting for some love

Watching all the people

Walking with their dogs

He was so lonely

He was feeling wet

That’s when he decided

To become a pet

So he grew his teeth long

And he grew some fur

But that was no good

He looked like a bear

So he grew some feathers

And he grew some wings

Sat out on a perch

And began to sing

He was no Budgie

And this plan failed

So he learned to bark

And wag his tail

But no one loved him

Like he’d hope and wished

So he grew some scales

And became a fish

(artist's impression) 

That’s when I won him

At a big fair ground

But in the plastic bag

That poor fish drowned

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And the moral of

This fishy tale:

If you must transmute

Become a killer whale

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