Crucifish

The fish is a creature cold and wet Hooked by line and trawled by net, Easy to catch and yummy to eat Fried in oil or seared by heat. I must admit I eat my share So my guilt I sadly bear. Handless and legless they strive to survive Yet they are loved more....Dead than alive! -But- Fish cannot scream Fish cannot yell The pain from a hook,fish cannot tell. Fish cannot scratch Most do not bite They go to the pan with little fight -But- What a frenzy,what a fuss When one of them devours us! It's on the telly,it's in the press "Each shark killed is a monster less." It's not in the press,its not on the telly. How many of them are in our belly! -But- If fish could scream,if fish could cry If fish had fur or big brown eyes. If fish were dry and nice and warm We'd never do them any harm. We'd think them cute,they'd get respect They wouldn't 'get it in the neck'. Protest groups would march the streets, And fish would multiply in peace. -But-?