Brother And Sister

"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 kill 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.