A Little Ditty About a Fishy...Come little fishy come.
From that pond I will pluck you from.
Because I want you in my tummy tum tum.
On the door of my tummy, hunger knocks.
So I will take you from the water and rocks.
And put you in a Nilla Wafer box.
A feastful dinner you will inspire.
As we roast you over the fire.
Your tasty goodness I do admire.
Come here now you little fishy.
You’re skin and gills are so squishy.
For you to be on my plate, I do wishy.
From that pond I will pluck you from.
Because I want you in my tummy tum tum.
On the door of my tummy, hunger knocks.
So I will take you from the water and rocks.
And put you in a Nilla Wafer box.
A feastful dinner you will inspire.
As we roast you over the fire.
Your tasty goodness I do admire.
Come here now you little fishy.
You’re skin and gills are so squishy.
For you to be on my plate, I do wishy.
2 comments:
Nothing cuter than a little boy with a gloriously dirty face... THAT says he's having the time of his life.
The fishies are 'keepers'! Now Uncle Blake wants to go fishing with y'all!! I do too. =)
Tell your dad Hey from us.
I hear fish and Nilla wafers is a good combination!
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