Shel Silverstein — Me-Stew

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