{"id":457,"date":"2013-05-03T16:29:52","date_gmt":"2013-05-03T23:29:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.ericidle.com\/blog\/?p=457"},"modified":"2013-05-03T16:29:52","modified_gmt":"2013-05-03T23:29:52","slug":"a-fishy-lament","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.ericidle.com\/blog\/a-fishy-lament\/","title":{"rendered":"A Fishy Lament"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>You may sing of the song of the cuckoo<\/p>\n<p>Say ol\u00e9 to the lay of the lark<\/p>\n<p>You may thrill to the rill<\/p>\n<p>Of the nightingale\u2019s trill<\/p>\n<p>Which awakens your heart after dark,<\/p>\n<p>But the song that you never will hear of<\/p>\n<p>And alas and alack how I wish<\/p>\n<p>That somebody somewhere would sing of<\/p>\n<p>The glorious song of the fish.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Whose heart hasn\u2019t stirred at the call of a bird<\/p>\n<p>Or the purr of a cat that\u2019s well fed?<\/p>\n<p>And if the lone strain of a far distant train<\/p>\n<p>Doesn\u2019t move you, then frankly you\u2019re dead.<\/p>\n<p>But there\u2019s one thing you never will hear of<\/p>\n<p>A song that is long and delish<\/p>\n<p>From the soul of the sole<\/p>\n<p>In the sea or the bowl,<\/p>\n<p>The heart breaking song of the fish.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Oh maybe they hail the young dolphin<\/p>\n<p>Or tell a tall tale of a whale,<\/p>\n<p>But nobody sings of herrings and things<\/p>\n<p>Like whiting, or sea bass or snail.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>No one sang of the pang of the penguin<\/p>\n<p>As he sat on the long winter ice,<\/p>\n<p>There\u2019s no news of the mews of the poor kangaroos<\/p>\n<p>As they waits for their mates to be nice.<\/p>\n<p>It\u2019s only the birds<\/p>\n<p>Who get all the words<\/p>\n<p>Those poets go on and on,<\/p>\n<p>For the rest of the animal kingdom<\/p>\n<p>Lyrics and songs there are none.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>c) Eric Idle\u00a0 2013<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>You may sing of the song of the cuckoo Say ol\u00e9 to the lay of the lark You may thrill to the rill Of the nightingale\u2019s trill Which awakens your heart after dark, But the song that you never will hear of And alas and alack how I wish That somebody somewhere would sing of [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-457","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-blog"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ericidle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/457","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ericidle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ericidle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ericidle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ericidle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=457"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.ericidle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/457\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":459,"href":"https:\/\/www.ericidle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/457\/revisions\/459"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ericidle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=457"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ericidle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=457"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ericidle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=457"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}