I'm going to Ipswich for breakfast,

Ipswich by the sea.

I'll catch myself a salty fish

And have a spot of tea.

And maybe I won't eat the fish.

Maybe I will find it

To be a brilliant conversationalist 

And make it a friend of mine.

And maybe it will tell me

The secrets of the sea,

If there are really mermaids,

And what conspiracy has kept

The Silkies under wraps

Of the vast oceanic folds,

And where the sunken treasures be,

And other things untold

Or long forgotten by the travails of man.

So I long to find the salty fish

And catch it if I can.

-jenn