For a different take on fishfingers;

WHOEVER INVENTED THE FISHFINGER

Whoever invented the fishfinger
Ought to be transmogrified,
Skinned, mashed and boxed into uniform blocks,
Then covered all over from collar to socks
And frozen and finally fried.

Because who'd do that to a fish,
Finning its way through the seas,
Colours in harmony, perfectly poised,
Riding its flying trapeze?

And progress is all very well,
But not when it chops up our dreams,
And it's hard to feel at ease in the world
When nothing is what it seems.

Whoever invented the Daily Mail
Ought to be cut down to size,
Pulped and reduced to a nauseous juice,
And dried out and flattened 'til ready for use,
Then covered in newsprint and lies.

Because who'd do that to a tree,
Raising its head to the sky,
Rooted in centuries, telling tall tales,
Breathing a green lullaby?

And progress is all very well,
But not when it chops down our dreams,
And it's hard to feel at ease in the world
When nothing is what it seems.

Whoever invented the Policeman
Ought to be licked into shape,
Toughened and trained 'til the body's a cane,
'Til the arms are a chain, 'til the nerves feel no pain,
'Til obedience rules and encircles the brain,
With walls so he'll never escape.

Because who'd do that to a child,
Jumping with joy and desire,
Floating in fantasies, drowning in dreams,
Brimming with feelings of fire?

And progress is all very well,
But not when it locks up our dreams,
And it's hard to feel at ease in the world,
When nothing is what it seems.

^^

Words & Tune: Leon Rosselson

AndyG