Once Upon a Time, there were three fish in town,
Larry, Barry, and Mr. Brown.
And they lived very happily in a fish tank
In a little boy's bathroom - sometimes rank.
In a little boy's bathroom - sometimes rank.
And they did the things that fishes do...
Eat and swim, swim and poo.
Eat and swim, swim and poo.
Until one day, Mr Brown was feeling less brown...and more blue
And flopped over like an old leather shoe!
It was a terrible sight for me and you,
Oh dear, what's a Mother to do.....
Oh dear, what's a Mother to do.....
So with a flush and a flurry,
He was floated down the pipes in a hurry.
But what of the boy, you might ask?
Well, that's where my story will task.
So he was sat down soberly to hear this sad tale,
Thinking the son would sob and wail.
He was told "Mr Brown is dead"
There was no crying, but instead
There was no crying, but instead
He was silent and with queer look,
He insightfully queried "Mr Brown from the book?!"
Because as you will recall,
Dr Seuss has this character in a book for the small.
Mr Brown, Mr Brown,
Mr Brown is out of town
Mr Brown is out of town
He can sound like a cow
He can go moo moo.... and all that hullabaloo
I'm sure you'll recall the Mr Brown this child had hoped
Had met his end in exchange for his fishy bloke.
Unfortunately, his parental guides,
Could not hide their laughter inside!
They peeled out their wanton snorts and guffaws
And, horrified, tried to stifle the ha-has.
And that poor little lad, cried out "It's not funny!"
As he watched his parents still gripping their tummies.
Quickly they sobered and said, "No, the fish."
And that sweet little lad balled up his tight fists.
And the jest was long over, but the laughter still escaped,
That sweet tiny voice was hard to mistake,
As he looked at his lunatic parents in awe,
Thinking, how could his old Ma and Pa
Deliver this terrible news with such joviality,
As they tried to explain the joke so sincerely,
The mix up the name had unwittingly brought,
And the laughter it caused by the mis-thought
Of a book character being striken with gout,
And flushed down the potty, a watery out.
So before you bring down your gavel with ease,
Give one second of thought, please,
Of a time of untimely gayity expressed,
And remember those around you so un-impressed.
And needless to say, there's a happy ending,
As Daddy nips out to the store, fish pending.
He'll swoop in as fast as Santa's swift feet,
And put Mr. Brown Two in this namesake's old keep.
Of a book character being striken with gout,
And flushed down the potty, a watery out.
So before you bring down your gavel with ease,
Give one second of thought, please,
Of a time of untimely gayity expressed,
And remember those around you so un-impressed.
And needless to say, there's a happy ending,
As Daddy nips out to the store, fish pending.
He'll swoop in as fast as Santa's swift feet,
And put Mr. Brown Two in this namesake's old keep.
