Thursday, April 2, 2009

Pickled Herring


 



Oh I have traveled far and wide and done some deeds of daring;
to fuel these flights of fancy I prefer the pickled herring.
Tart and sweet and crunchy -- when you bite a celery seed --
pickled herring is a part of every Norsky's creed.
Snobs and Casper Milquetoasts think it's just for smorgasbord;
I have it with my eggs and toast and Cream of Wheat -- oh lord!
It gives my breath a flourish that nobody can ignore;
knocking all the weak-kneed folk directly to the floor.
Eat some pickled herring and then kiss a girl or two . . .
those who can survive it are the ones you ought to woo.
 


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