Fishy Transformation

Fishy Transformation There are still some of us, Of a certain age. Now hanging in the wings, Who used to roam the world, And strut our stuff, Upon its foreign stage. We remember well a culinary adventure, In crowded Tokyo. We sipped our saki as we sat upon the floor. And ventured just a bite or two, Of sushi and sashimi still crouched upon the floor. We were very cosmopolitan, with international flair, Our noses held so high up in the air. As the fiery mustard we did dare. Now such treats are everywhere, And Japanese raw fish has gobbled global sway, Away from the Big Mac and its cultural say.