Hahahaha. That picture though.
Think Disney’s Robin Hood, but he’s a fish.


A fish grew legs, and walked out of the waves, while it sang a sailor’s shanty

Blew kisses at the girls, and brawled on the green, and it caught a plump hen’s fancy

Then is sheathed it blade, and it farmed an old glade, and it took the hen to wife

And from all around, came a wailing sound, and it set the fish to dancing.


He sang

“Pack up the oars, lads, my time at sea is soon to see its ending

With elf and orc and I’ll make my home and take to garden tending.”

Old Bremmin Orrs, saw the fish’s sword and said, “This smells of dracomancy

I’ll cook that fish in a stone hearth dish, and end this perturberance, eh?”

So he trapped the old boy, with a prevaricator’s ploy, and swore to take his life

Hung the fish in a cage, and built a headsman’s stage, then old Bremmin started prancing.

He sang

“Pick up your swords, boys, this fish’s life is soon to see its ending

With elf and orc he made his home, but he’s just a fish pretending.”



Old Bremmin said, “Take the fish’s head, and end this malignancy

With a single blow, we’ll make a show, for the town’s whole occupancy,”

But that fish he bowed, to the gathered crowd, and he stole the headsman’s knife

And when the dawn awoke, Bremmin’s corpse bespoke, of a most lethal vacancy.


We all sing

“Pack off the Orrs boys their time in power is soon to see its ending

With elf and orc we’ve made our home, with the fish stoutly defending.”

“Yes pack up the oars lads my time at sea is soon to see its ending

With elf and orc and I’ll make my home and take to garden tending”