"I don't like your fish"

The Plastic Bag Reduction Act comes into force here on PEI next week.

My favourite part of the legislation—other than the “no more plastic bags” part—is that there’s an exemption to allow plastic bags to “transport live fish.”

“Hold on, Marv, what about goldfish?!”, one can imagine the engaged public servant exclaiming during the drafting of the bill.

Which causes me to recall a song I wrote for Catherine during our early courting:

I don’t like your fish, I don’t like them very much.

I don’t like the way they look at me, and talk about such and such (and such and such).

I don’t like your fish, I don’t like them one bit.

I don’t like the way they swim around, and I don’t like the way they shit (all over the place).

Chorus:

But I sure (sure) do like you. Yes I do.

Not the best wooing song, perhaps. But it worked.