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My Uncle James by Margaret Mahy


My Uncle James was a terrible man
He cooked his wife in the frying pan.
She's far too tender to bake or boil!
He cooked her up in peanut oil.
But sometime later- a month or more-
There came a knock on my uncle's door.
A great green devil was standing there.
He caught my uncle by the hair.
"Are you the uncle that cookied his wife,
And leads such a terribly wicked life?"
My uncle yowled like an old tom cat,
But the devil took him, for all of that.
Oh, take a tip from my Uncle James!
Don't throw stones and don't call names.
Just be as good as ever you can-
And never cook aunts in a frying pan!
-Margaret Mahy