O Spotted Prawn, O Spotted Prawn

Saw this remarkable... display on what my mother calls, "Space Book", and thought, "I can do a little something with this."  Not much, you understand, and not really keeping to the tune but in parts, but here's a Kosher carol (sung to the tune of O Tannenbaum, sorta) for the Holidays, from your "luscious pink 'fruit'":

O spotted prawn, o spotted prawn,
Of all the tref most tempting.

Not only great when cocktail sauced,
But also good when salad tossed,


O spotted prawn, o spotted prawn,
Of all the tref most tempting.

For ham and eggs, I wouldn't care.
A cheeseburger? We've all been there.

But spotted prawn, o spotted prawn,
Of all the tref most tempting.

A son-in-law, of Hindu caste,
May win your heart, just not so fast.

O spotted prawn, o spotted prawn,
Of all the tref most tempting.

Of blended wools, and cloven hooves,
The righteous man will n'er approve.

But spotted prawn, o spotted prawn,
Of all the tref most tempting.

Why God hates shrimp, I couldn't say.
He makes the rules, and we obey.

But spotted prawn, o spotted prawn,
Of all the tref most tempting.

On Christmas day, it's Chinese food,
Must my fried rice be always nude?

O spotted prawn, o spotted prawn,
Of all the tref most tempting.