Poor Fish!

Some of my cowboy poet friends are gettin’ criticized for promotin’ their poetry. Seems like those critics just don’t appreciate the reality of doin’ business.

The fish it never cackles ’bout
Its million eggs or so
The hen, one egg she lays
And you should hear her crow
We crown the hen but spurn the fish
Which leads me to surmise
Don’t hide your light, but blow your horn
It pays to advertise
                                         ~~ Author unknown