. . . "She cut her baby brother in two,And served him up as an Irish stew,And invited the neighbors in, -bors in,Invited the neighbors in.And when at last the police came by,Sing rickety-tickety-tin,And when at last the police came by,Her little pranks she did not deny.To do so she would have had to lie,And lying, she knew, was a sin, a sin,Lying, she knew, was a sin.My tragic tale I will not prolong,Ricket" .