Belugarised

“Mummy, what’s that” “What’s what” “In the jar” “That, my dear boy, is the best caviar We had friends for dinner Last evening, my sweet So I got something special To give them a treat It’s fish eggs my dear, They are eggs from a fish It’s ever so nice You can try if you wish, My word, it’s all gone You’ve eaten the lot You’ve polished it off You’ve emptied the pot What’s that, you feel ill Well I’m not so surprised I’m afraid my young man You’ve been belugarised