Goldfish cooking on an open oven,
Fish smell nipping on your nose,
Coffee drinking sends your mind to a wire,
And folks nipped by the nematodes.

Everybody wants some salmon and some roasted eels,
Love to make the season right.
Tiny cods on a grill all aglow,
Will find it nice to eat alright.

They know that lobsters' on their way;
It's loaded with some clams and goodies from the weight.
And every cities' cild is going to pay,
To see if someone really know how to mate.

Someone: Mate?

Passerby: Just go with it...

And so I'm offering this simple phrase,
To kids from nineteen ninety-two,
Although its been said many times, many ways,
A very fishy Christmas to you