Alas, alack!
B. Crist
Ann, Ann!
Come! quick as you can!
There's a fish that
talks
In the frying pan!
Out of the fat,
As clear as glass,
He put up his mouth
And moaned "Alas!"
Oh, most mournful,
"Alas, alack!"
Then turned to his sizzling
And sank him back.