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My Granny’s stew is smashing,
     Which means it’s rather nice:
It’s made especially yummy
     When she adds some rats or mice.

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‘Throw in some carrots,’ Granny calls
     And in they go, unwashed.
Then lots and lots of slugs and snails:
    They’re better when they’re squashed.

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‘Turn up the gas,’ our Granny cries,
     And so we turn the switch,
And someone then suggests something
     That surely will enrich:

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Some rubbish from the compost heap,
     Will surely make it tasty,
But add it slowly, piece by piece:
     Take care, don’t be too hasty.

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The cooking takes a long, long time:
     How is your appetite?
Well here we are, delicious stew:
     Come on!  Take your first bite!

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Our Granny’s stew was really good:
      It slipped down to my tummy.
And we agreed, yes, one and all,
     There’s nothing quite as yummy!

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