I wrote a sea chanty
The story of Fischjello is best told in the ancient form of the sea chantey.
There once was a girl in Minneapolis
Who’d lived in Poland for a while,
She needed a name,
For her new yahoo fame,
That reflected her charm and her style.
Oh the Peace Corps had sent her to Poland
Where the language and food were all new,
She found it quite hard,
To eat all that lard,
T’was a fat that she just couldn’t chew.
Yo ho hello our Fischjello.
So bold, charming and mellow.
Now this lass was starved for amusement,
As well as for food and for drink.
The locals had tried,
All manner things fried,
But her taste buds were pushed to the brink.
He host brother fought hard to tempt her
With anything she might digest.
One day on a tray,
Her brought something gray,
Firm, moulded with chunked fish at rest.
Yo ho hello our Fischjello.
So bold, charming and mellow.
One look at this cold gray concoction,
Presented with salad and fork,
A whiff of the smell
She gagged over and fell,
For the vomit she would need a cork.
Back in her room looking at Yahoo
Still needing a name to be called.
She remember the food,
It cheered up her mood
And Fischjello would always be … gross!
Yo ho hello our Fischjello.
So bold, charming and mellow.