Just clam-raking down by the river
Kneeling by mudflat’s ebb-tide
When with some sauce, I wanted to try
A little flat flounder, fried
Those flatfish be so very winsome
‘Cus both eyes stare out from just one side
And cute it mimes - changing color’s enlightening
Teflon and griddle hues right…
I’ll add some rice and small slice of lemon
Buttered buns will do just fine
‘speragus with hollandaise spread on
And baked spuds mashed with thyme
Just pass me dish of halibut, herbed
Mussels, chard and Butter Bream pie
And now it soaks in Bernaise so tender
A little flat flound-
-er grilled quite brown
And fried
