I've flown around the world; from Rotterdam to West Peru,
I've squawked and dived behind tall ships for meals, like all gulls do!
I've never cried a sob for food until the time I saw,
Four fishes give a concert and the guests 'encore' for more.
A Mermaid echoed water-horn to start this music tale,
Then Herring gently plucked a harp made rich from pearl of shell;
While Tuna aired a violin proud Haddock ‘tuned’ a lute,
And Salmon, soft and sweet in pink, lipped graciously the flute.
They plucked and blew and bowed them smooth the notes that pleased the ear.
With fins and scales and flicks of tails fine ripples trilled the air.
And rainbow-bubbled melodies all joined to intertwine,
A prelude and a fugue to welcomed guests who came to dine.
Now, my mother's always said to me: 'Son, never be so rude:
Don't hum beside the table-side, and don't play with your food'!
Well, I should pass this message on to all in song that day,
For right before my very eyes the food I eat, did play!
They played the ‘odal’ chorus scene from Ludwig’s ‘number nine’,
And Handle's ‘Water Music’ played as song a second time.
Whilst to the ‘Yellow Submarine’ the guests did twist and shout,
My eyes watered tearfully to tunes from Schubert's ‘Trout’!
From seas and rocks,
We fly in flocks,
To hear the sea at ‘tune-full’ Krogs.
From Copenhagen 32 Poems: Cafes, bars and restaurants
By John Lambert Harman
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http://www.krogs.dk
Krogs Fiskerestaurant
Gammel Strand 38
1202 Københagen K
Denmark
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