(Because I am in a poetic mood.)
"Eat your fish!" said the Asian mother to her son.
"Eat your fish!" said the Asian mother to her daughter.
"You'll grow hair on your chest," she said to the son.
"You'll grow a chest," she said to the daughter.
So the son and the daughter faithfully ate their fish,
Anticipating their future with much optimism.
"How does fish do it?" they asked each other.
"How could fish do one for the one, another for the other?"
"What if it did one for the other, and another for the one?"
"Or what if it does both for both?" asked the son.
So the son and daughter reluctantly ate their fish,
Dreading their future with much scepticism.
And so the years past, and the boy and girl grew.
And the man and the woman in the end both knew
They should have eaten more fish.