As a wee small lad
In freezing Minnesota
We had neighbors whose church
Adhered to ex-cathedra
And it seemed that all year long
On Fridays they only ate
(Not merely for Lenten days-mind you)
Fish from their dinner plate
They usually cooked it in oil
Or we went to Mickey D’s
I remember Filet-o-fish and a side of fries
Balanced on my little knees
I didn’t have the internet to help
So I was alone to decide
But it seemed obvious to me
The first part of the day sounded like Fried
(I also figured my parents got married on a Wednesday)
Later on, I learned that the name
Had nothing to do with Fry
Because 15 minutes ago
I googled and read the reason why
(And it’s a good thing…)
Because now that frying has become evil
And renders the body weak
I’m afraid if the Democrats got their way
There would only be six days in the week
