An Ode to Pickled Herring.

“Oh, I have traveled far and wide and done some deeds of daring;

“to fuel these flights of fancy, I prefer the pickled herring.

“Tart and sweet and crunchy (when you bite a celery seed),

“pickled herring is a part of every Norsky’s creed.

“Snobs and Caspar Milquetoasts think it’s just for smorgasbord;

“I have it with my eggs and toast and Cream of Wheat — oh lord!

“It gives my breath a flourish that nobody can ignore —

“knocking all the weak-kneed folk directly to the floor.

“Eat some pickled herring, and then kiss a girl or two …

“those who can survive it are the ones you ought to woo.”

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