My Granny’s stew is smashing,
Which means it’s rather nice:
It’s made especially yummy
When she adds some rats or mice.
‘Throw in some carrots,’ Granny calls
And in they go, unwashed –
Then lots and lots of slugs and snails:
They’re better when they’re squashed.
‘Turn up the gas,’ our Granny cries –
And so we turn the switch –
And someone then suggests something
That surely will enrich:
Some rubbish from the compost heap,
Will surely make it tasty –
But add it slowly, piece by piece:
Take care, don’t be too hasty.
The cooking takes a long, long time:
How is your appetite?
Well here we are, delicious stew -
Come on! Take your first bite!
Our Granny’s stew was really good:
It slipped down to my tummy –
And we agreed – yes, one and all –
There’s nothing quite as yummy!
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