At midnight, glass was tippety-tapped by betta both red and ready for a fight.

By three, splendid swimmer was preparing flip-a-jump to better see what was free.

Around six, fish’s flakes were summoned for licks by way of terpsichorean tricks.

After nine, in order to refine its shine, fancy fins were soaked in mildest brine.

Timely with tameable tasks and lively in robustly radiant rouge,

Exists a hybrid of decorated diver and honest horologe. ; )