Classic Poem

From Table Isle
By Kashima Crag
You gathered baby cockles.
You took them home
And with a stone
You smashed their tiny shells.
In the swift stream
You washed the fish,
Rubbed them with ocean salt.
Rub-a-rub-rub.
Rub-a-rub-rub.
Put them in a tub,
Put them in a pot
And served them up on the table.
They're for your mama, eh,
Darling little girl?
They're for your papa, eh,
Darling little pet?