Ode to Mr Fish

We didn't know him long,
He couldn't sing a song,
But he could swim all day
It was good for feng shui.

He's now swimming free
Was he even a "he"?

A brief life came to its end,
On the cusp of full moon..

.. with one of the future's men to be born
And it won't be too long
Before we see him and hear his song
For many many moons to come.