"My Little Sardines"

"Here's a sneak peak of my little sardines,
They once lived down by the marshes next to natures greens,

They were canned and stacked in wally piles,
To be eaten fresh and captured again walking those wally miles,

They came in different colours and patterns too,
Eyes wide open they welcomed us into feasts view,

They were packaged in each can four by four,
What's not to love of a sardine that's rich and galore,

Part of advertising what lay beneath the glorious tin of a can,
Is a taste* of disaster when you meet the army of they're glorious clan."