"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!"
"You'll lend the pan to me, Cook?"
Moral: Never stew your sister.
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