21 NOVEMBER 1925, Page 19

POETRY

THE FLYING FISH

THE silver fish that skims the wave Believes that he could fly, And, him the swallow, wheel and turn And mount up to the sky.

Small silver fish, above whose home The deep dark waters race, He strives to rise above the sea And wing himself in space.

He stretches out his silver fin And rises up to fly Till friendly waves do catch him back And warn him not to try.

For who is he, that he may fly And rise where others fail ? He only is a little fish