Lannix how are you my old, well nowhere near as old as me, buddy? Keeping firmly out of harm's way way I hope. Yes, yes, yes, even DaveD has questioned the logic of my imagery. However, with lightning wit see below [could be below sea I suppose]. Regards Redbeck
LUCKY DIP I dipped my hand in the water and luckily came up with a brightly coloured fish that looked vaguely miserable.
David was thinking more along the lines below
But I give you a Geordie children's song from Newcastle, that involves fishes and we used to sing this at infants and junior school when I was a nipper. No smartphones but big black solid bakelite telephone handsets that rang like a fire engine and green painted cast iron streetlights that burnt gas and had to be lit by a human being.
When the Boat Comes In
Dance to your Daddy my little laddie
Dance to your Daddy my little man
Dance to your Daddy sing to your mommy
Dance to your Daddy my little man
You shall have a fishy on a little dishy
You shall have a fishy when the boat comes in
You shall have a herring on a little dishy
You shall have a herring when the boat comes in
Come here me little Jacky
Now aw've smoked mi backy
Have a bit o' cracky
Till the boat comes in
Dance to your Daddy sing to your mammy
Dance to your Daddy my little man
You shall have a fishy on a little dishy
You shall have a fishy when the boat comes in
You shall have a mackerel on a little dishy
You shall have a mackerel when the boat comes in
Dance to your Daddy my little laddie
Dance to your Daddy my little man
Dance to your Daddy sing to your mommy
Dance to your Daddy my little man
You shall have a fishy on a little dishy
You shall have a fishy when the boat comes in
You shall have a herring on a little dishy
You shall have a herring when the boat comes in