flapjacks for fish

I had run all out of fish food
And the fish were making troubles
They were telling me their hunger
With so many water bubbles
I had to give them something
On which to fishy chew
And, on top of that fish hunger
I was getting hungry too

I reached for Aunt Jemima
I reached for the frying pan
When fish have so much hunger
I do everything I can
I tested heat of pan
With just a drop of the fish water
And when it was hot enough
I did exactly what I ought ta

I made flapjacks for the fishes
And they ate them one by one
I made flapjacks for the fishes
And they liked them by the ton
Served with butter and with syrup
That’s what the fishes like to see
And when the fishes had all eaten
There were no flapjacks for me.