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.

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