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