ER, 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
As easily as kill a moth"The sister raised her beaming
And looked on him
And sternly answered, "Only try!"Off to the cook he quickly ran."Dear Cook, please lend a
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.
