I'm a fish fry
Since I've bitten the bait
See you on the table
Won't be a long wait
They'll just chop my head
Tear out my innards
Before I'm dipped in boiling oil
They cut me in small salted parts
It's better I go
I was gasping to breathe
I would've wished you luck
But you're your own meal
There aren't very many to fry
We are a dying bunch
But bon appetite my dear friend
Do have a great lunch
