In the land of the rising sun,
Where the sushi rolls are grand,
Comes a parade like no other,
Led by a giant piece of tuna in command.
The maki rolls march in step,
With their seaweed robes so green,
And the sashimi slices follow close,
Their fishy faces quite serene.
The wasabi and the soy sauce,
They dance along the way,
While the chopsticks clap and cheer,
Making merry all the day.
So come and join the sushi parade,
Where the nonsense never ends,
And you'll have a taste of Japan,
That you'll want to enjoy again and again.