Ann, Ann!
Come! quick as you can!
There's a fish that TALKS
In the frying pan.
Out of the fat,
As clear as glass,
He put up his mouth
And moaned 'Alas!'
Oh most mournful,
'Alas, alack!'
Then turned to his sizzling,
And sank him back
Come! quick as you can!
There's a fish that TALKS
In the frying pan.
Out of the fat,
As clear as glass,
He put up his mouth
And moaned 'Alas!'
Oh most mournful,
'Alas, alack!'
Then turned to his sizzling,
And sank him back
[Source bussongs.com]
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