"SISTER, sister, go to bed!
Go and rest your weary head."
Thus the prudent brother said. "Do you want a battered hide,
Or scratches to your face applied?"
Thus his sister calm replied. "Sister, do not raise my wrath.
I'd make you into mutton broth
As easily as **** a moth" The sister raised her beaming eye
And looked on him indignantly
And sternly answered, "Only try!" Off to the cook he quickly ran.
"Dear Cook, please lend a frying-pan
To me as quickly as you can." And wherefore should I lend it you?"
"The reason, Cook, is plain to view.
I wish to make an Irish stew." "What meat is in that stew to go?"
"My sister'll be the contents!"
"Oh"
"You'll lend the pan to me, Cook?"
"No!" Moral: Never stew your sister.
Go and rest your weary head."
Thus the prudent brother said. "Do you want a battered hide,
Or scratches to your face applied?"
Thus his sister calm replied. "Sister, do not raise my wrath.
I'd make you into mutton broth
As easily as **** a moth" The sister raised her beaming eye
And looked on him indignantly
And sternly answered, "Only try!" Off to the cook he quickly ran.
"Dear Cook, please lend a frying-pan
To me as quickly as you can." And wherefore should I lend it you?"
"The reason, Cook, is plain to view.
I wish to make an Irish stew." "What meat is in that stew to go?"
"My sister'll be the contents!"
"Oh"
"You'll lend the pan to me, Cook?"
"No!" Moral: Never stew your sister.
