Sister, Sister, Go To Bed! Go And Rest Your Weary Head. Thus The Prudent Brother Said. "Do You Want A Battered Hide, Or Scratches To Your Face Applied?" Thus His Sister Calm Replied. "Sister, Do Not Raise My Wrath. I'd Make You Into Mutton Broth As Easily As Kill A Moth" The Sister Raised Her Beaming Eye And Looked On Him Indignantly And Sternly Answered, "Only Try!" Off To The Cook He Quickly Ran. "Dear Cook, Please Lend A Frying-Pan To Me As Quickly As You Can." And Wherefore Should I Lend It You?" "The Reason, Cook, Is Plain To View. I Wish To Make An Irish Stew." "What Meat Is In That Stew To Go?" "My Sister'll Be The Contents!" "Oh" "You'll Lend The Pan To Me, Cook?" "No!" Moral: Never Stew Your Sister.