Shelves of Herring [Frederic Schroers of Portland, Oregon]

It was a fine and a pleasant day,
In a supermarket I was faring,
And I walked for miles
Up and down the aisles,
As I hunted for the shelves of herring.

Shopping trolleys few
And the lines were long,
And the people, sure they took some bearing.
There was little kindness And the kids were many,
As I hunted for the shelves of herring.

O I took my catch to a ten-item line,
And at me the cashier sure was swearing;
For I'd a hundred cans of the silver darlings
That I'd taken from the shelves of herring!

Now for six long months I've been eating fish,
And my house it sure could use an airing!
And now I know, never again I'll go
For to hunt the shelves for tins of herring!

(As posted on folkinfo.org)