Our Codfather, who art in the sea,
Hallowed be thy gills.
Thy findom come.
Thy will be fried,
Served with salt as well as vinegar.
Give us this day our daily chips.
And forgive us our sewage,
As we forgive those who pee in the water.
And lead us not into tsunamis,
But deliver us from sharks.
[For thine is the findom,
and the fish, and the guppy,
for ever and ever.]
Amen.