Minkie's Pledge:
I pledge allegiance to the fish of the United States of America, and tuna republic, for which it swims, on fish pond, under fish, individual, with liver seed and cod oil for all...
About Me: I'm the kind of guy who enjoys fresh fish and baffling clowns.
There's nothing better than ruining slippers on a Thursday afternoon.
My pants are fine and I can't tell you how much I appreciate chairs
"The Grand History of Fish through quotes,
famous sayings and passages"
The Prayer
"Our fish, who art in water, shallow be they depth.
Thy oceans come, thy gill be done on lakes as it is in ocean.
Give us this fish our daily bread coating.
And fillet us our fish as we fry them in oil. For thine is the fish sauce,
the scaling knife, and the fish heads forever,
Amen
The Pledge
I pledge allegiance to the fish of the united states of America,
and tuna republic, for which it swims, one fish pond, under trout,
individual, with liver seed and cod oil for all
The Declaration
We hold these fish to be flash-frozen, that all fish are created equal,
that they are spawned by their Creator with certain unsalable Rights,
that among these are trout, Mahi Mahi and the pursuit of Cuttlefish.
Amendment I
Fish shall make no law respecting an establishment of canneries,
or prohibiting the free exercise thereof, or abridging the filleting of fish,
or of the press; or the right of the fish peaceably to swim about in schools;
and to petition the government for a redress of gutting us.
Sea Bream 3:16
For fish so loved to swim, that they gave their only begotten entrails,
that whosoever eat them should not float to the surface, but have everlasting taste.
AMENDMENT VI:
No Groper shall be held to answer for a capital, or otherwise tangled line,
unless on a presentment or indictment of a grand Flounder,
except in cases arising in the aquarium or naval fishes, or in the militia,
when in actual service in time of eating frenzy or public danger;
nor shall any Herring be subject for the same offense to be twice put in jeopardy of life or fin;
nor shall be compelled in any criminal case to be a witness against himself,
nor be deprived of life, liberty, or algae, without due process of law;
nor shall private property be taken for oceanic use, without just compensation.
The Beautiful Fish:
Oh beautiful for tasty fish, for shrimp have poop filled veins,
on purple fishes majesty above the sea bream's mane!
Barracuda Barracuda Fish shed it's eggs on thee,
and Salmon's good grilled on charcoal wood from fin to shining fin!
TThe Starfish Spangled Bannerfish
Oh say can you fish, by the prawn's early light
Sculptured Frogfish we ate, and some tasty fresh Sea Bream
Who's broad Striper and bright starfish, thro' the perilous Shark
O'er the Pipefish we caught, were so gallantly swimming
And the rockfish down there, make our hooks always snare
We fished through the night, but the Flounder was bare
Oh say does that Singular Bannerfish wade
Through the oceans of the Breams, and the Smelt in the Bay
My Catfish Tis Of Thee
My Catfish tis of Thee,
Sweet and so tasty
Of Thee I sing.
Sand where my Flounders died,
And of the Pygmy Seahorse pride
From every ocean’s tide
Let fishes ring
Cod Bless America
Cod Bless America. Fish that I love
Swim beside her, and fry her
With some spice
with a light from the stove.
Fish the rivers, from the ferries ,
And the oceans, white with foam
Cod bless America,
My home sweet and sour home.
It’s A Small Fish After All
It's a world of Flounder,
and Cuddlefish;
And a pound of Carp makes
a tasty dish.
But the fish that you caught
Is so small, and it’s not
Going to feed us after all.
It's a small fish after all,
It's a small fish after all.
It's a small fish after all.
It's a small, small fish.
And some old bread crumbs
We can coat it up and hope it
Feeds just one
Though I don’t think it will
So lets hang out and chill,
At the Glorietta Mall.
It's a small fish after all,
It's a small fish after all.
It's a small fish after all.
It's a small, small fish.
Shark the herring
Angelfish sing
Glory to the new spawned Ling (Cod)
Fish on earth
And Sea Perch wild
Cod and swimmers reconciled
Joyful all ye flounders rise
Join the Sand Smelts with big eyes
With Atlantic Salmon braised
Haddock is grilled in marinade
Shark the Herring
Angelfish sing
Glory to the new spawned Ling (Cod)
Oh Steelhead Trout
Oh Steelhead Trout
How lovely are your tailfins
(that’s all for that one)
Sturgeon smells
Sturgeon smells
Salmon lays red eggs
Oh what fun it is to fry
Sea Prawns with big legs (hey!)
Dashing through the flow
In the ocean’s open waves
O’re the eels we go
Hot grills are our graves!
Or batter dipped and fried
With cider vinegar on the side
It’s good that fish can’t scream and cry
When they get hooked in the eye HEY!
Sturgeon Smells
Sturgeon Smells
Salmon lays red eggs
Oh what fun it is to fry
Sea Prawns with big legs HEY!
Silent Carp
Holy Carp
All is calm
All is bright
Round yon Sturgeon
Atlantic Pike
Holy Catfish
Tender when fried
Dipped in heavenly sauce
Dipped in heavenly sauce
But will take several days
For He's a Jolly good Flounder
Which nobody can panfry
For he’s a jolly good Flounder
For he’s a jolly good Flounder
For he’s a jolly good Flounder
All the Moray’s gone no where to go
See no tuna, Herring’s spent
Out of coral, fishes went
YOU NEVER GIVE ME YOUR MORAY
I break down
And in the middle of decomposition
I only give you my rotting Salmon
I never give you my Flounder
You break down
And in the middle of filleting fishes
You only give me your Corkwing Wrasses
You never give me your Moray
I’VE JUST SEEN A FISH
It back again.
And I’m not throwing
Fishing, yes I am fishing
For more and then
And I am wishing
Fishing, yes I am fishing
La la la la de da
But other fish were never quite like this
And I have missed fish that were out of sight
A smaller fish, it’s been alone
I have never thrown
It back again
And I’m not throwing
Fishing, yes I am fishing
For more and then
And I am wishing
Fishing, yes I am fishing
La la la da de da
So to my home I’ll bring this fish with me
I haven’t caught a single thing
I might have thrown the fish away
Had it been another day
La la la la de da
But I can’t seem to free it from my net
It’s not the fish for me
That it was big
I can’t explain but how I wish
I’ve just seen a fish
See me
You’ve gone to glory!
Shocking again
Finishing you off
Following you
You feel the heat
Gazing at you
I hear you screaming
Listening to you
Shock you
Touch me
Eel me
See me
OH COME ALL YE MACKEREL
Because I am bored!
Oh come and fill my fish nets
Oh come and fill my fish nets
Oh come and fill my fish nets
Or processed into canned fish
Come and be pan fried
To feed all us men
Oh come ye oh come ye
Swim into my fish nets
Oh come all ye Mackerel
Salmon 23
Surely goodness and flavor shall follow me all the days of my life,
and I will swim in the streams of the Tasselsnout Flathead forever. Amen
Thou annointest my head with oil for flavor and texture; My Guppy swimmeth over.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine seafood chefs;
Thy fishing rod and thy Bass, they comfort me.
I will fear no treble hook: For Mackerel art with me;
Yea, though I swim through the riptide of the shadow of death,
THe scaleth me in the streams of righteousness for His Snapper's sake.
He fillet-eth my soul:
He leadeth me to swim in still waters.
He maketh me to fry trout in green pastures:
he Cod is my Shepherd; I shall not bait.
SOMEWHERE OVER THE BLOWFISH
Why oh why can't I
If happy little Bluefish fry beyond the Blowfish
Fish fry over the camp stove, why oh why can't I
Somewhere over the Blowfish, Bluefish fry
That's where you'll find me
Avoiding fish nets there's no doubt
Where Trumpet fish dart in and out
And store the fish in jelly jars and make ceviche
Someday I'll fish with movie stars
And the Breams that you dare to eat really taste good too
Somewhere over the Blowfish, boats are blue
There's a fish that was fried up and eaten by some guy
Somewhere over the Blowfish, way up high
And the world will fish with chum
I hope some day you'll can us
Halibut's the only one
You may say I'm a Flounder
Imagine
Baked around the world...yoo hoo oooo
Imagine all the sea life
All we'll have is Spam
No need for Pickled Herring
Being sold in cans
Imagine there's no Tuna
Being fried in grease...yoo hoo oooo
Imagine all the fishes
No Red fin Perch too
Nothing to grill or fry for
It isn't hard to do
Imagine there's no Clownfish
Swimming fast away....
Imagine all the Pipefish
Frying till they die
All the fish below us
It's easy if you fry
Imagine there's no fishes
By Michael Edwards