Classic Poem

Up tails all! Down and under!
It's time to pursue a new natural wonder;
They're putting on flippers from Key West to Darien,
And every young blood is an oxygenarian.

Hark, hark, the shark!
What ho, the blowfish!
(This is how fishermen in the know fish.)
Egad, a shad!
Shalom , a jewfish!
Off with the old and on with the new fish.

Fish with a blunt nose, fish with a thin nose,
In sizes encompassing whales down to minnows.
There are no tangled fishlines, no vicious hooks about,
And it's one of the easiest things to write books about!

My God, a scrod!
Hip, hip a rayfish!
Some are exotic, some plain everyday fish.
Look sharp, a carp!
Hand me that starfish;
I can hardly believe that some of them are fish!

Off on a fish-walk! It's not hard to vary 'em;
Every three minutes a brand-new aquarium.
How diverse is the deep, which was heretofore manless,
Where swims the anchovy, unsalted and canless.

Some place, a dace!
En garde , a swordfish!
Some frightfully shy and some awfully toward fish.
Land's sake, a hake!
How sad, a weakfish!
Some fresh from the roe and some truly antique fish.

Everest's climbed, there's no fun in spelunking,
So slip on your snorkel, everyone's dunking;
(But full fathom five, include me minus;
I'll sit in the rowboat, alone with my sinus.)