Alas, Alack!
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Ann, Ann! Come! quick as you can! There's a fish that talks In the frying pan! Out of the fat As clear as glass He put up his mouth And moaned "Alas!" Oh, most mournful "Alas, alack!" Then turned to his sizzling And sank him back
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Credits
- Writers
- Walter de la Mare
- Herbert Howells