Have you heard the silver fish story?
I hope not, ‘tis quite shockingly gory
But would you like to hear about
A little girl’s shark turning adult?

As you know a grown up shark
Likes to munch a little girl tart
But it’s not for me to spoil this tale
Of very silly Maisy Hale.

What happened was that silly Maisy
Was unfortunately daft as a daisy
And decided she must have a pet
“A fish I want called Lillibet”

“How about a puppy? Or a bird?”
But these were the most horrid words
To a girl with her heart firmly set
On a little fish called Lillibet.

There she saw it, in the pet shop
Golly, it almost made her heart stop
A silver fish, shimmering, making a splash
She bought it then as quick as a flash.

But two years later, in a winter fall
She felt the need to make a call
After moving Lilli to the bath
Which really proved to be quite daft
When dearest mother took a wash
And passed straight out due to shock.

Maisy phoned –  in great despair
“Are you shark catcher, Mr O’Hair?
My silver fish may be a shark,
You see it doesn’t swim and dart

“Lillibet leaps and I can see
(And this with no uncertainty)
That she has grown to six foot ten
And has eaten up my Uncle Ben!”

But as poor Maisy was only nine
The shark catcher didn’t come in time
That silver fish just ate her up
And escaped down the toilet with one big FLUP!