Two wicked sisters
Boiled their little brother
Without any veggies, herbs or spices
This distressed their mother

She yelled and scolded at them
Making them shake and shiver
Then sent them out to the garden
But the garden was no giver

Empty handed they went to town
Where others avoided the wicked girls
Until they saw the traveling salesman
They schemed to ruin his world

While he was setting up
They snuck inside his wagon
In there they found this, that and the other
In a bowl they mixed their spawn

Then with funnel
They pour in a few bottles
Holding their noses
Then quickly they corked those bottles

Sneakily on scared his horse
He cursed as he chased
Then putting bottle out to sale
Quickly off they raced

They found the blacksmith
Taking his daily nap
They took a hot hot coal
And placed in his lap

Soon people were yelling at the salesman
Then the blacksmith was screaming
People just had to come see
As two wicked girls giggled over their scheming

Into the mercantile they went
Filled their bags with veggies, herbs and spices
Then back home to mother
For a scrumptious meal of little brother

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* WiGgle Licks
* Jump Start
* Kid’s Adventure
* Frisky Black Kitten
* Lost in the Cajun Bayou