This poem is about fish and fishing. It describes fish as a favorite dish, caught in nets but not kept as pets. The fishermen catch fish in the sea and sell them to be cooked and eaten, though sometimes their catches are less than hoped for. The poem encourages going to the beach or bridge to get fresh fish for one's fridge.

1. Fish!
Do u know fish?
Its my favourite dish!
When u cook it right,
I could eat it all night.
Keep away your paws,
‘Cause fish don’t have claws.
They catch them in nets,
But they don’t keep them as pets.
They end up on your dish,
Now do you like fish?

2. Chorus!
Tasty with some chips
Go to sea and see ships
All fishing
And getting less fish than they’ve
been wishing

3. Fish!
Fishy fingers, straight off ur hand,
But u don’t get them on the sand.
You go to the beach,
Freshly caught fish, one each.
Old fisherman’s tale,
Cook fish but sometimes u fail.
Go to the ‘Bridge,
To get some fish for your fridge.
Catch some fish on the Nore
Stay still but it ain’t a bore

4. Chorus!
Tasty with some chips
Go to sea and see ships
All fishing
And getting less fish than they’ve
been wishing