I am the mighty salmon louse, A parasite, In a fleshy house.
Made of fish, Oh what a dish! But there is one thing that I do wish.
That I could be in the open air, Free to fly, Free from care.
Not to worry about a single thing, In the wings of a bird, Oh, if I could sing!
I would shout to the heavens, Cry hip-hip-hooray, But instead in these scales, Is where I must stay.