A fish there was,
named Henry Dee,
Who once went fishing by the sea;
As birds of cheese flew in the sky
And all around was apple pie,
A fisher of men am I"
Said he, said Henry Dee.
Said Henry Dee,
The happy crocodile,
Who loves to wave his tail
As upon the Nile
He eats his tea,
Is the one,
Is the one for me."
And for an hour
or three
Sat Henry Dee,
But none would bite his bait,
And so he'd sit and wave
To passers by,
Who'd often fly
Amidst the ebb and flow,
As to his radio
He'd fall asleep.
Now as I look,
Upon my hook,
I see I've shaken from the sea,
A man,
A travesty!
Who wears upon his head a hat
A hat of brie,
Upon his face that's fat.
What a friendly
chap I've caught,
He smiles incessantly;
And looks as thought that hat he's brought,
Was washed up by the sea!
"Shall I throw
him back again?
Mused the gentle fisher of men;
"The truth is...he's not the best,
The best of men,
I've ever caught before.
