Puzzled?

We had some fish a swimming,
In a bowl, there were three!
One afternoon, they disappeared,
My son shouts out to me;

“'Ishy gone” he tells me,
“Ishy gone, down there!”
Well he points his finger down his throat,
And rubs his tummy without a care.

'Oh God,' I thought, 'he's ate them,'
But surely this can't be,
So I asked again, “Where's the fishy's, son?”
“Down there,” he said with glee.

Well I looked behind the freezer,
I looked behind the door!
I even looked in the sink bowl,
And scoured the kitchen floor!

At last I found one fishy,
By now ‘twas almost dead,
I couldn't reach it to pick it up,
It was lifting and moving its head.

Then at last I got it,
And threw it in it's bowl,
At first it didn't move at all,
Then it started to wriggle and roll.

“Where's the other fishy's son,”
I asked my two-year-old,
“All gone, down there.” He repeated again,
He was much too young to scold.

Later, when my hubby came home,
I told him my little tale,
“Our Joseph's ate… two live fish!”
Well didn't he go pale!

Yes, well we we're puzzled,
Cos we stripped that kitchen bare,
We had no choice; we had to agree,
He'd ate them live…and didn't care!

1987

And He's Still A Swine Now!
At Aged 23!

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