An Ode To Bones

We do not care so much for spring

     Herself as what she brings us;

The singing birds of course are nice,

     And other joys she flings us.

She hands us out the dandelion

     And other dainty dishes;

But best of all the toothsome shad,

     The festive king of fishes!

The speckled “beautes” are very nice,

     And salmon too are tasty;

But as compared with new spring shad

     All other fish are pasty.

Our hats come off and we salaam

     To many dainty dishes;

But O, how low goes our chapeau

     To shad, the king of fishes!

March 26, ‘09