Seafood

I've never eaten a lobster

Because I've seen them in their prime

Sitting in a tank beside the dorrway

And if they could see it your way

They would probably start to cry

And the salt water from their tears

Would wash away all of their tears

As they remember all the years

They'd spent so happy in the wild

And then one day the big men came

To make them play a fishy game

Of Russian Roulette for crustaceans

Fifty lobsters, seven nations,

Waiting for the sweaty clientele

To pick them out for boiling water hell

I've never eaten a lobster

Not that I haven't had the opportunity

Other food is so guilt free

But in the case, the killer's me

And while it's sitting on your plate

Regrets would come, but it's too late,

And seafood's such a very tricky dish

And nothing's more emotional than fish