No More Fishfingers

I killed off Captain Birdseye
Threw his body overboard
After cutting off his fingers
With his fishy little sword,
And I set the children free again
Upon the sandy shores
There to roam without the shadow
Of his fishy little oars,
And I cast his ship once more adrift
And towed it from the docks
As an end to fishy business
Let it founder, on the rocks.