one for the kids

Much to his mum and dad's dismay
Horace ate himself one day
He didn't stop to say his grace
He just sat down and ate his face
"We can't have this!" his dad declared
"If that lad's ate, he should be shared"
But even as he spoke, they saw
Horace eating more and more;
First his legs and then his thighs
His arms his nose his hair his eyes
"Stop him someone!" Mother cried
"Those eyeballs would be better fried!"
But all too late, for now the silly ,
Had even started on his willy
"Oh! Foolish child!" the father mourns
"You could have had that fried with prawns,
Some parsley and some tartare sauce....."
But 'H' was on his second course
His liver and his lights and lung,
His ears, his neck, his chin, his tongue;
"To think I raised him from the cot,
And now, he's going to scoff the lot!!"
His mother cried: "What shall we do?
What's left wont even make a stew!"
And as she wept, her son was seen
To eat his head, his heart, his spleen .
And there he lay ... A boy no more,
Just a stomach on the floor
None the less ... since it was his
They ate it ---- that's what Haggis is.
Well Nearly

horace - terry jones: the curse of the vampire's socks (1990)