Hello! And how are you today? Bright and breezy? Cheeky and cheerful? Chipper? Top-notch? Super-duper? Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed? Full of sunshine? Rarin' to go? Full of ginger? Ready to face the day? Hunky-dory? In the swim? Peachy-keen? On the ball? Up to snuff? A-OK? Copacetic? Right on? All of those put together? None of the above? No matter, because, regardless, it's time for some more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, nudge the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This week's feature, a nonsense song originally form 1939, is "Three Little Fishes" (listen to Glenn Miller's version here). Enjoy.
Swimming And Bathrooms At Sea
They lived to throw.
Take three boys and catch the fish.
"Wipe it!" said the shark: "You swim!,"
and Elmer and I pass the blood.
Let go! The mother is hunting or losing fish!
But I don't want to lose three people.
Three teenage girls, sir.
Swimming and bathrooms at sea.
We have fossils of small fish: "How interesting!
Marine life until the last day!"
Swimming, swimming, and sleep
as soon as the shark suddenly saw.
Blind man, help, help help! "Pobix youth" looks like a candle!
You can work in the corner soon.
Swim up on the grass that you're swimming,
and start swimming!