WenttoERYesterdayfromEatingToxicBlowfish

wenttoERyesterdayfromeatingtoxicblowfish.
Doctor did a stomach check, spoke to me rather roguish.
"You have only got the flu: my final diagnosis.
Go home, take these pills, call me if you get halitosis."

Tum tummy tummy tum tum tummy tie

Here's the story 'bout my day, the one when I turned green.
Went to Ja-pa-nese rest'rant, 'twas one I'd never seen.
When I asked for blowfish they just laughed behind the screen,
"Gaijin* wants to take a chance, let's really make a scene."

Yum yummy yummy yum yum me oh my

Went home, took the medicine, next day felt so atrocious.
Breath was stinky more like fish than fragrant like a rose is.
Doctor did more tests, announced, "It's liver cirr(a)hosis.
Go home, take more pills, don't drink, you'll soon not feel ferocious."

Dumb dummy dummy dumb dummy am I

Moral of this little tale is very plain to me
Next time' you eat at a rest'rant, no puffer from the sea !
Put' your money in the jukebox, no de-li'-ca-cy.
You will get good Hootie Blowfish, not some bad sushi.