O hack, aren't you the clever fish?
But soon I'll see you in my dish
for here's the barb shall hitch your flesh
and draw you from your socket.
O hack, you think you're safe and sound
inside your shell deep in the ground
but just you wait until I've found
the salt that's in my pocket.
A dash of salt to make you swell
and teaze you from your razor shell
and when you leap, hack I shall kill
you with my spiky snagger
and with a twist I'll hitch your flesh
and you shall end up in my dish.
I'll wash you down, you tasty fish,
with half a pint of lager.