Your smelting
Picking up mating tiny fish in mass quantities
And do you eat them raw
Or use a little dipping sauce

Do they make your fingers smell
There's that aromatic scent in the air
Tinged with a little musk ox
That hangs like a vapor in the over there

Before you enter my dreams
One would hope you'd take a kindly wash
From the smell that the little fish bring
When mating pays it's cost