Cry Haddock!
And Captain Birdseye, ranging for revenge,
With Flounders by his side come hot from grill,
Shall in these waters, with a Pollock's voice,
Cry "Haddock!" and let's slit the nets of yore.
That this foul deep shall smell above the earth
With carrion cod, groaning for burial.
(thanks to Mr. S!)
