Those well known and favorite dishes,
Every child devoutly wishes.
Whirr! right through the window come,
Helter-skelter, Plish and Plum.
Pot and pan and stove and stew
Mingle in one grand ragout.
"Wait! you vile Plish!" Peter holloos,
And the word instanter follows
With a well-aimed blow; but Paul
Doesn't relish that at all.
"What d' ye mean, to strike my creatur'?"
Cries out Paul, and lashes Peter;
Who, inflamed with pain and passion,
Winds up Paul in curious fashion.