Something’s fishy, people say
A slur to briny cousins
You don’t hear fish say that ‘bout us
Though reasons they have dozens
We treat them all about the same
With hook and net and trawler
We bait them with some eel or squid
And sometimes a night crawler
And all because they’re good to eat
Their taste is quite delicious
Salmon, trout or small mouth bass
Just show me where the fish is
They’re not as dumb as some do think
They talk and sing till late
Nearer My Cod To Thee is one
And another Kiss Me Skate
Come Joe Sardine In My Flying Machine
And the popular Am l Blue
I love to hear those good old songs
But I wish they’d sing something new
In it’s entirety this time:
Our scaly kin indeed have borne
The slights and disregard and scorn
We’ve heaped upon their slippery souls
Or was that sole, hooked on the poles?
It doesn’t matter what the species
Scaled, or feathered, flocked in fleecies
Hairless skin or fully furred
Every creature has been slurred.
Intelligence is not rewarded
Nor is respect so oft accorded
To anyone called “tasty dish”
What comes to mind is, Mmm, delish!
Funny you should mention salmon
Then protest the thought of famine
As the lemon butter swirls
And the napkin next unfurls.
I say the best way to show favor
Is to truly smile and savor
Any morsel, foe or brother
We’re all food at one time or ’nother.
Great Verse!