My father has removed the object of my childhood bad dreams.
The outside toilet.
It is now a small modern toilet. Not a giant metal monstrosity, with strong memories.
Once there were fish heads which would stare up at me from it.
Fish heads that refused to flush despite my mother's attempts.
Time and again I would not know what would be staring up at me when I went to use it.
I will miss the memories.
Fish No More.
In celebration:
Fish heads, Fish heads
Roly poly Fish heads
Fish heads, Fish heads
Eat them up, Yum
In the morning
Laughing, happy Fish Heads
In the evening
Floating in the soup
Fish heads, Fish heads
Roly poly Fish heads
Fish heads, Fish heads
Eat them up, Yum
Ask a Fish head
Anything you want to
They won't answer
They can't talk
Fish heads, Fish heads
Roly poly Fish heads
Fish heads, Fish heads
Eat them up, Yummm
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