Thar's Gold In Them Gills Poem by Ima Ryma

Two twin goldfish brothers were born
In a sewer line Mom was in,
When she'd been flushed one early morn.
She wished them well as they took fin.
They made it to a treatment plant,
And swam to the surface to see
The human world from their own slant.
They feared humans instinctively.
But a worker grabbed them both there.
Into a tank went each brother.
Through the glass sides, humans did stare.
One goldfish said to the other,

'So it's a tank - let's have some fun.'
'You drive and I will man the gun.'