"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.
There is nothing very bad in the moral of the poem. This poem is very ridiculous and the moral outlines the sense of humour of the poet(Lewis Caroll) as well as the poem.
Great. I totally agree with wonderful poetess Susan Williams.
Off to the cook he quickly ran. " Dear Cook, please lend a frying-pan To me as quickly as you can." a very fine poem. tony
The sister raised her beaming eye And looked on him indignantly And sternly answered, " Only try! " very fine poem. tony
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Faithful to the truth. Siblings fight and fight and fight. I guess it is how they get prepared for real life