Les Poissons

Les poissons, les poissons
How I love les poissons
Love to chop and to serve little fish

First I cut off their heads
Then I pull out their bones
Ah, mais oui, ca c'est
toujours delish

Les poissons, les poissons
Hee-hee-hee, haw-haw-haw
With the cleaver I hack them in two

I pull out what's inside
And I serve it up fried
God, I love little fishes, don't you?

Here's something for tempting the palate
Prepared in the classic technique
First you pound the fish flat
With a mallet

Then you slash through the skin
Give the belly a slice
Then you rub some salt in
'Cause that makes it taste nice

[Zut alors, I have missed one!]

Sacre bleu! What is this?
How on earth could I miss
Such a sweet little suculent crab

Quel domage. What a loss
Here we go in the sauce
Now some flour, I think just a dab

Now I stuff you with bread
It don't hurt 'cause you're dead
And you're certainly lucky you are

'Cause it's gonna be hot
In my big silver pot
Tootle-loo, mon poison, au revoir!