Cider

My wife loves things in cider She keeps putting things in cider Nothing she likes more Than lying on the floor Enjoying things in cider One day it was a fish That was destined for my dish Once it was on my plate It looked a right old state And tasted like in cider My wife loves things in cider She keeps putting things in cider Nothing she likes more Than lying on the floor Enjoying things in cider She’s had pots and pans And watering cans Someone else’s wedding ring In fact I’m the only thing That hasn’t been In cider