From Prairie Lands of Norway
From prairie lands of Norway
To fjords of Arkansas,
From steaming Yukon jungles
To frigid Panama,
From sidewalks of Tasmania
To downtown Transylvania,
Folks are eating little fishes
Wrapped in dough (called dinner knishes);
Then they wash their forks and dishes,
Sending you their warmest wishes.
From Venice and from Greece
To Genoa and Nice,
From Egypt and from Montreal,
The Himalayas and Nepal,
From Latvian Estonia
To Brand New Caledonia,
Folks are eating little fishes
Wrapped in dough (called dinner knishes);
Then they wash their forks and dishes,
Sending you their warmest wishes.
From bitter wars of Switzerland
To peaceful fields of Palestine
From floods in West Australia
To droughts along the Rhine,
From Greeks who live in Guinea
To a Chinese boy named Vinnie,
Folks are eating little fishes
Wrapped in dough (called dinner knishes);
Then they wash their forks and dishes,
Sending you their warmest wishes.
From spaceships in Illyria
To forests of Algeria,
From bamboo huts Parisian
To bistros Polynesian,
From crowds in Patagonia
To quiet California,
Folks are eating little fishes
Wrapped in dough (called dinner knishes);
Then they wash their forks and dishes,
Sending you their warmest wishes.
From mountain peaks of Belgian Alps
To flat and drear New Zealand,
From deserts of the Amazon
To tropical North Greenland,
From pilgrims in Siberia
To exiles in Iberia,
Folks are eating little fishes
Wrapped in dough (called dinner knishes);
Then they wash their forks and dishes,
Sending you their warmest wishes.
- Richard Hacken