Carassius auratus - Not Just Feeder Fish!

 By Lisa Englander

 

 Goldfish are just as beautiful,

 As the cichlids that my friends rave.

 So why do they make fun of me,

 Just cuz they are my fave?

 Some may just be comets,

 While others are quite rare.

 To scoff at the whole lot of them,

 I don't think this is fair.

 They say my goldfish are just feeders-

 Not like their beloved haps...

 My fish are pets, have character,

 Theirs just swims in laps.

 

 Are they jealous that my breed

 have colors just as bright?

 My ranchus don't need heaters,

 To keep them warm at night!

 

 So maybe there aren't orandas

 That comes in violet or blue.

 In the coming generations,

 who knows if this stays true?

 They are just as striking

 In orange and white, I think.

 They don't need to come in colors,

 Like purple, green or pink.

 

 Some they have great headgrowth

 While others, they do not.

 Theirs might have a little stripe,

 And some just have a dot.

 

 Some have eyes with tassels,

 And some gaze to the sky.

 The cichlids lay eggs too,

 Big deal - they tend their fry.

 Mine have laid their little eggs

 And theirs, as well, have spawn.

 But when the great big heater fails-

 All of theirs are gone. 

 

 We use the exact same filters,

 Tanks, and what-have-you.

 In their house they raise the bugs,

 While I just don't have to.

 Mine get along just fine

 With pellets, peas and zucchini,

 While they are hatching brine shrimp-

 I'm in my bikini!

 I feed them the pellets,

 The bloodworms and the flakes.

 My fish are just as cared for,

 Of this, make no mistake.

 

 I don't see cichlids in varieties,

 like the goldfish I have seen.

 Like the shubunkin and the dragonback,

 And some of theirs are mean.

 White bodies and a bright red cap,

 How incredible is that?

 How could you not love a fish,

 So egg-shaped and so fat!

 

 I adore the goldfish

 Of them I'm very fond,

 And I don't see my friends,

 putting Oscars in a pond!

 

 A very ancient art,

 In China they are raised.

 In the club where I belong,

 I am always hazed.

 I don't think this is right.

 How can this all be true?

 If only they would get a life

 And also get a clue!

 

 Being sacred in their land

 The Chinese can attest,

 With tails that fan and eyes that bulge,

 The goldfish is the best!