The huge amounts of waste the cod on the farm discharge
Into the water means on the sea bed
Very little life will grow.
On land, in a cod tasting contest, those tasting a farmed cod
And a sea cod caught this morning
Cannot tell the difference,
And the man from the cod farm says the winds coming in
From the North Sea scour the bed of the bay where the farm is.
The waste is taken out to sea.
His cod will go into fingers of fish and paste stacking
The freezers in the supermarkets to feed
Our Nationís young.
When our young are our old, how will our seas be?
I donít know how they will be.
I donít suppose anyone will.
They may both be as healthy as each other?