This parody (written by Greg Crowther) is sung to the tune of
and performed by
Mary Chapin Carpenter).
Is it just a foolish dream?
I want a few more days to get upstream,
A gentle current that won't hold me back,
And a distant scent to keep me on track.
Shouldn't I have this? Shouldn't I have this?
Shouldn't I have all of this like the passionate fishes,
Passionate fishes, whoa-oo-oh,
Passionate fishes upstream.
Is it too much to demand?
I want a sturdy nest in the riverbed sand,
A big stash of eggs to drop,
And a fertile mate to complete the job.
Do I want too much?
Does a salmon's life have to be this tough?
The end is near for me,
But I want my young to make it out to sea.
This is the autobiography of a female salmon. Having spent her adult
life in the ocean, she now heads up the river of her birthplace to
reproduce in a fit of piscine passion -- and then to die shortly
thereafter. The mechanism by which salmon navigate is unclear, although
some scientists think that they "smell" their way home.