The Flattered Flying Fish by E.V. Rieu
Said the Shark to the Flying Fish over the phone:
“Will you join me tonight? I am dining alone.
Let me order a nice little dinner for two!
And come as you are, in your shimmering blue.”
Said the Flying Fish: “Fancy remembering me,
and the dress that I wore at the Porpoises’ tea!”
“How could I forget?” said the Shark in his guile:
“I expect you at eight!” and rang off with a smile.
She has powdered her nose; she has put on her things;
She is off with one flap of her luminous wings.
O’ little one, lovely, light-hearted and vain,
The moon will not shine on your beauty again!