“I don’t have the kind of fortune,”
The eel said to the loon,
“That comes by way of wish on wings,
Yet here you are so soon.”

As he wrapped his fin around her foot
And glanced at swelling moon,
His stomach grumbled hungry groans,
Demanding to consume.

Loon said, “Beware a wish so easy got,
For they are hungry too.
I might give this a second thought
If this loon were you.”

“Every thought I have is this!”
The eel spat of his wish,
“That all the world would crawl to me
And climb into my dish!”

The eel then introduced his teeth
And made to make them known
To the calmly seated loon
Who then showed him her own.

Loon ate the eel without a crumb
Of care for wish or want
Even though the loon herself
Had dreamt of such a hunt.

The full and happy loon took flight
With moonlight shining on her back,
Guiding her from wish to wish
To wish to wishful snack.

Illustrated by DALL-E in the style of Randolph Caldecott.