The Poetry Corner

On The High Price Of Fish.

By William Cowper

Cocoa-nut naught, Fish too dear, None must be bought For us that are here: No lobster on earth, That ever I saw, To me would be worth Sixpence a claw. So, dear madam, wait Till fish can be got At a reasnable rate, Whether lobster or not; Till the French and the Dutch Have quitted the seas, And then send as much And as oft as you please.