I Have Two Fish

I have two fish
One is orange the other pinkish
They swim around in their round home
With rocky pebbles and plants made of foam
They can't talk
And obviously can't walk
But these two fish of mine
They're quite divine
Because at night when all is quiet 
My two fish turn into something that could cause a big riot
They grow teeth even vampires can't beat
And their tiny tails turn into feet
They climb the walls of their tank
And just jump of the edge, like walking the plank
Every night's the same
They rouse me out of bed
And find some paper to make a sled
I open my bedroom door
As their little feet go pitter patter on the floor
They race to the stairs 
And sit on the sled like it's a chair 
I count one, two, three
And they're off on a ride that's quite bumpy 
They do this over and over
Every night in that same order
And when morning comes 
They run to their round home
With rocky pebbles and plants made of foam
They climb the walls of their tank
And jump into the water like walking the plank 
They swim in the water as their teeth disappear 
And their feet turn to tails, as if they were never there
I have two fish
One is orange, the other pinkish 
These two fish of mine
They're quite divine
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