Huss

Another diabolical nonsense poem...sorry in advance. By the way, Huss is a fish known by other names in other places I believe. Huss The thing about us We’ve always loved Huss We’d get on a bus for Huss We’d travel away to towns far astray On a stuffy blue bus in search of fresh Huss P’raps we’re making a fuss about Huss But before you decide or meanly deride We’re really too old for a jolly good ride But it’s gotta be done so I thought I’d confide If it’s Huss, Huss ,Glorious Huss Fried in breadcrumbs, that would be a plus With chips on the side or the old man might cuss ‘Cause the thing about us We love Huss