The Queen's come to dinner, Oh what shall we do? We can't serve her cabbage And hot chicken stew. We need something fancy, Not boring and plain. Something to tempt her To come back again. But wait, what's that wriggling In the fridge, at the back? It's green and it's tender, So give it a whack! Now grab that thing quickly, There's no time to waste. Fry it up nicely, And season to taste. Then throw in some eggs, And some butter and cheese, For a dish so delicious She'll go weak at the knees. I've heard from the waiter, She was asking for more, But then she turned green, And was sick on the floor! Poem: © 2013 Katherine Lynas Illustration: © 2013 Paul Morton |