I saw a little fish,
From time to time again
In the greener waters
Of the Burjen fen
Scales upon a wish
Cracks clay could not mend
Held close by a potter
In the Burjen fen
To me a catered dish
The withered plants would send
And always, then, I sought her
My love, the Burjen fen
Had I more time to relish
Had I rose to defend
The fire skies fought o'er
A lonely Burjen fen
Then the red did vanish
And I was left to tend
Dusty bones and spoiled Myrrh
There, the Burjen fen
There, the man I banished
Left a rebuked friend
And of the things that were
I saw the broken fish, again
