The Frying Game

Young Albert Andrews thought he would Help his dad to peel the spuds Switched on the machine just didn’t linger To check that he had removed his finger The machines set off at a fair old zip Caught one of his digits by the tip Very soon had one arm to the elbow Before it started to run slow By the shoulder it had stuck Abert’s dad said what luck If it had gone to yer head You me lad would’ve been dead And where the heck would I have been Without me tatie peeling machine All that week some said the cod Tasted just that little bit odd But said Albert’s dad there’s nowt the matter I just been using a different batter And he made young Albert hide When his clients were inside It they knew about it at all He thought his sales might just fall He’d already had to buy smaller dishes To disguise his smaller fishes Global warming made life tough And he thought that was enough Life’s hard as it is in the fish frying trade With no more fortunes to be made And Albert's dad deserved his fame For all he knew about the frying game