My mother she would make prize winning jam
As we had so very many fruit trees growing then
And as well those very old Fowlers Preserves
And she had often won the local show back when
On my way to school one bigger chap on the way
Would snatch my bag and take my school dinner
As he knew how well my mum could really cook
And by taking them thought he was on a winner
He would always take my sandwiches as well
And eat them all up right away without ever looking
Laughing as he would gulp them all down would he
Saying gee how I love so your mothers cooking
So from then on I took my sandwiches as well as
Another few seperate slices of buttered bread
and before I would get to where he was each time
I would kill and fill them with small Lizards instead
Well I had fed that chap with insects for years
And to this very day he still does not in any way know
That he ate every single lizard , small spider and bug
And still said gee I love your mums cooking ever so .