Shel Silverstein


I have nothing to put in my stew, you see, Not a bone or a bean or a black-eyed pea, So I'll just climb in the pot to see If I can make a stew out of me. I'll put in some pepper and salt and I'll sit In the bubbling water--I won't scream a bit. I'll sing while I simmer, I'll smile while I'm stewing, I'll taste myself often to see how I'm doing. I'll stir me around with this big wooden spoon And serve myself up at a quarter to noon. So bring out your stew bowls, You gobblers and snackers. Farewell--and I hope you enjoy me with crackers!

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