You can’t make an omelette with fish eggs
You can’t make a sow from a silk purse,
Not even an ear or a snout;
You can’t make a broth that is decent
If too many cooks are about.
The dog that you failed to leave sleeping,
That mongrel with colic and scabies,
Woke up in a foul-minded temper
And bit you, so now you’ve got rabies.
Don’t stare in the mouth of a gift-horse;
It’s dangerous, stupid and rude.
The Trojans, unwisely, once tried it;
They ended up horribly chewed.
You can’t mess about with the cosmos;
It’s likely to mess you right back.
And you can’t make an omelette with fish eggs -
Their shells are too tiny to crack.
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