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Why, oh why, oh why, oh why?
Why, oh why, oh why?
Why, oh why in all the world
must all those fishes die?

"To feed the cat, my son" he said
"and help the crops to grow
I've seen a field so beautiful,
- fish meal like driven snow!"

And how much do we eat ourselves?
And how much do we need?
How much of it is wasted
-is spoil or overfeed?

"Oh quite a lot of it, my son!
The greater part I guess.
But if we didn't do all this,
We'd all be in a mess!"

"Think what we would loose, my son, if we did what you wish:-
Reconstituted battered shapes, and fowl that tastes of fish"