My first three is a call for a taxi ride My last three will have a fish wiggling inside. My middle one, is you.

In the sky, a giant whale, Silent flight without fail. If you're a musical sort instead, You may prefer to start with led.

I glow long after the blaze has died, A whisper of warmth you cannot hide. Hold me close for I am small With just a breath, again, I'll heat your hall.

I’m a cauldron that brews without flame or fire, where mountains of foam rise, fade, and expire. Once done, you drain away what I once held tight, a perfect place to get clean day and night.

Worldwide, it most frequently includes red, And is usually displayed proudly overhead. It can be thrown when bad deeds are around But many should never, ever touch the ground.