The Bottle

                  There's a bottle in the water,
                      What's it doing there?
                  I'll bet the fishes think
                      Its really quite unfair.
                  Did someone from a passing boat
                      Chuck it in the air?
                  Or did it use a river
                      To catch itself a ride?
                  Maybe its my bottle
                      But if that is true,
                  Its travelled for a long long way
                      And seen some lovely views.
                  I live near a river,
                      I know there 's bottles there,
                  So I wonder if floodwaters
                      Take bottles free of fare.
                  I can see it floating past
                      Farms and towns along the way
                  Taking in the scenery
                      We dream of every day.
                  It must have taken weeks
                      To get from here to there;
                  I wonder its not broken
                      Stuck in the mud somewhere.
                  But I saw it in a photo
                      So I'm really sure its there,
                  Somewhere in the ocean
                      Where the fish think its unfair.