A Poem for my grand-kids:
Jack the little yellow dinosaur
Loved fish sticks for his every meal
He ate them all, then wanted more
To him it was a real big deal
The fish sticks were all gone one day
Jack started to sniffle, wail and cry
Where are my fish sticks he did say
Can’t you make some more, please try
He was so sad and would not eat
He shook his head and said no, no,
I don’t want the veggies or the meat
No fish sticks means I just have to go
So off he went to search the world
Looking for his favorite fish
He followed every lead he heard
And tried out every dish
But no matter what he tried
Be it soft, hard, hot or cold
Whether boiled, cooked, or even fried
He hated it, so I am told
Since fish sticks were always made from fish
Jack thought he should try to find the sea
That had always been his deepest wish
And that is where he now wanted to be
He found a blue shack right by the shore
Where a little blue dinosaur sat at a table
Eating fish sticks, yelling come in, there is more
And that is the happy end of the fable