Fishing Boats

Up the loch and down the loch

And all round about

The fishing boats on Fishing Day

Are all going out

Some of them are painted green

Some of them are pink

And they’re the ones that catch the fish

No matter what you think

They catch their fish

In gingham nets

And sail with velvet sails

And when they’ve finished catching cod

They’re going after whales

 It’s a hard life of salty strife

And the windy winds give fright

But an eiderdown and a teddy bear

Will see you through the night

So drop your anchor pretty boys

And haul your catch ashore

And tell the folks on the harbourside

You’ll be going out for more

And tell them of the fashion fish

The strangest fish you’d seen

This big long and this big wide

And a rather fetching green

With lots and lots of crimson spots

From the tip of its nose to its tail

And they argued long

And they argued late

That it really was a whale

And round they’d strut

In their Gucci boots

With their chiffon scarves a flying

Daring anyone who had the balls

To accuse them all of lying

©Alexander Hamilton February 2010