"Nannah!" all the kiddies cried
"We have no food! we ache inside"
"Please cook us something, make it quick!"
"We're all so hungry, weak and sick!"
But Nannah knew there was no food
to quell her now unruly brood
and so she took her butchers knife
she found a dog, she took its life
The mongrel stew was tart and bitter
and left them straining on the $hitter
t'was but a day then it vanished
the kiddies cries appeared unbanished
"Nannah end our hunger pangs"
"gives us meat between our fangs"
"Soup or broth or steamy stew"
"Some chicken bones or cordon bleu?"
So Nannah, with her spade in hand
stalked across the barren land
she slew two rats, a snake, a mole
two seagulls and a brown-haired vole
At home she skinned her prey with ease
wasting not a single piece
all teeth and hair, each bone and eye
was baked into a pizza pie
The children sat; anticipation
their stomachs dreamt; emancipation
Nannah brough the giant pie
a tear of pride welled in her eye
Ravaged by the children ten
they ate their fill then ate again
when the meal was done they belched aloud
o what a filthy, belt-popp'd crowd!
Then one by one as if in order
a maladie or gut disorder
fell across them in a wave
rufus first, then sam and dave
Great sprays of puke from the scallywags
splashes, chunks cast out in gags
Out it came and where it fell?
...back into the pizza shell
And how did Nannah ease this fault?
she added pepper, (and some salt)
threw it in the oven when
the kiddies ate it once again!
The moral of this sickly tale
if kiddies cry and stomachs wail
serve them what nature provided
regardless where it once resided