Oh glorious day I caught a fish

A fish, a fish, a glorious dish

To serve with chips on a carpet of green

Yes mushed up peas a sight to be seen

All higgledy-piggledy on my plate

Oh glorious plate I decide its fate

For though fish is indeed a glorious dish

I muchly prefer a doughnut, I wish

Oh glorious day I caught a prawn

A prawn just one, so forlorn

To serve with salad in a dish so grand

Yes salad all green, straight from the land

All yummy scrummy in my bowl

Just waiting for me to fill the hole

But though prawn salad is really a glorious dish

I muchly prefer a doughnut, I wish

Oh glorious day I caught a worm

A worm, a worm, my tummy did turn

To serve on a stick, so straight and true

A wiggly worm is not something I'd do

Some say that eating worms will make me fit

But honestly it would just make me sick

For though a worm is indeed a glorious dish

I muchly prefer a doughnut, I wish

Oh glorious day spent napping and quiet

Sitting under a tree, watching folk go by it

Wishing oh wishing that wishes came true

An old dream of mine, it's not nothing new

For the thing I do most want cannot be caught

Or at least I have tried and came up nought

For what really makes the most glorious of dishes

Are doughnuts of course, for doughnuts are my wishes

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