Steph and Stevie Sturgeon,
are living with us now.
They slink around the bottom,
and they never make a row.
They're black so you can't see them,
for all I know they're dead.
But they can't be really,
because the man who sold them said:
'They've come all the way from Russia,
they really love it here.
They think it is quite gorgeous,
and they'll make you caviar.'
So they must be down there somewhere,
where I hope they're getting fat.
I will get my caviar
and give none to next door's cat.