21 August, 2018 by katelaity
Listen now, my dearie-o
Worms will eat you when you go.
It’s no use to fuss and cry,
Grubs will munch you when you die.
There’s little hope to halt this fate,
So eat those pickles on your plate.
They won’t keep away the worm,
But’ll give her tum a nasty turn!
(Your narrator begs a week’s respite as she is overtaxed at the mo’–)
Image via the very fine British Library Flickr account.