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.