I bought some bananas and also some fish,
and I put my bananas in a pretty pink dish;
then I named all my fish: Cedric, Gertrude and Frank,
and sent them to swim in a sizeable tank.
In the evening I sat there and ate some bananas,
contemplating my fish in my comfy pyjamas;
they were pearly and pretty and orange and cute,
and I wondered if rosy barb fish would eat fruit.
Sometime later I wended upstairs to my bed,
washed my face, cleaned my teeth, took a tablet and read;
then I switched off the light and I fell into sleep,
and I dreamed of great seascapes and fish of the deep.
But one of my fishes got lost late last night,
he was there up till bed-time and looked quite all right;
the other fish seem to be awfully upset,
they are swimming round backwards and not all that wet.
I don’t understand where my fish, Frank, can be,
it would have been different if he lived in the sea;
he could have explored, found a cave and got curious,
and met with his God Parents, Doris and Nereus.
But here, in my house, life is normal and tame,
nothing out of the ordinary happening again;
so all I can think must have happened to Frank,
is he ate my bananas, exploded and sank!