Daddy Cooks a Tasty Fish
Daddy went out to do some fishing,
And he caught himself a pike.
He put it in a basket,
And brought it home upon his bike.
He threw it in a frying pan,
With a little pad of butter.
Dusted it with salt and pepper,
And we had it for our supper.
Daddy said he couldn't cook,
And yet the pike was rather tasty.
When dear mother cooks the fish,
It turns out rather pasty.
Copyright © Peggy Caulfield | Year Posted 2012
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