And bees like to hum,
But there lives a certain fish
Who burps out its bum.
The way that we converse
Sets each of us apart,
But I promise you it’s true
There’s a fish that talks in ‘fart’.
With a little pop of gas
And the swish of a fin,
The herring speaks to friends
By way of breaking wind.
Bottom burps and squeakers,
Make up the rich vocabulary
Of native herring speakers.
But the herring’s not embarrassed,
No, the herring farts with pride,
For by talking from their bottoms,
They swim neatly side by side.
Pop Poppy Pop Pop
Could mean, ‘How do you do?’
While POP! POP! POP! POP!
Means, ‘Look out! I’m coming through!’
Now, can you just imagine?
Let’s play a little game,
For I wonder what would happen
If humans did the same …
