Alas, Alack!

By Walter De La Mare

Ann, Ann!
    Come! Quick as you can!
There's a fish that talks
    In the frying-pan.
Out of the fat,
    As clear as glass,
He put up his mouth
    And moaned 'Alas!'
Oh, most mournful,
    'Alas, alack!'
Then turned to his sizzling,
    And sank him back.