A Poem For My Brother On His Birthday

Brother and Sister
  By Lewis Carroll

"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.

The poem might have applied more to my older brother's plans for me, but it is my baby brother's birthday. He has quite the sense of humor, so I think he'll appreciate these sentiments on his 64th birthday. Perhaps, like me, he has never read this Lewis Carroll poem before. Happy Birthday, Les!