Peter and sweet lovely Jennifer Winchance Played in his grandma’s garden like infants.
She was his beautiful babysitter.
The young boy was joyful about having met her.

One day she brought water pistols as present, 
And said, “Let us play, for the weather is pleasant.
I hope you enjoy having our pistol fight,
And I shall cook you for supper tonight.”

“You mustn’t,” said Peter, “And I’m not allowed
To go out at night.” Then the sweet lady bowed,
And kissed Peter’s cheek, and said, “Leave that to me.
I’ll have you for supper. You just wait and see.”

When Grandma tucked him in, she said, “Sleep well,” 
And left him in darkness, and he soon fell
Into a sleep. Then he soonafter woke,
And said, “Is this real or some fantastic joke?”

He lay in pavlova as tall as his chin,
Inside an oven, with light shining in,
From its big window. He stared out beyond
And saw a great kitchen, where giants belonged.

Then into the kitchen came Jenny with glee,
Now drinking a warm cup of nice herbal tea.
She put the tea down and then opened the door
(The oven’s) to peek in and gladly adore

The boy, who said nothing at first, from the shock.
“Peter, I’m keeping my eyes on the clock.
You’ll warm up and cook, but without being burned.”
“Alright,” said the boy, “I agree that I’ve learned

That you really meant what you said when you kissed me.
Now can you explain this unusual mystery?
So are you a giant, or am I reduced?”
“Don’t worry about that. You need to get used

To being my supper, said Jennifer, licking
Her lips, as he heard her own oven clock ticking.
“It won’t be long now. So just patiently wait.
I’ll soon serve you up on my best china plate,”

Said Jenny, and shut him inside, as she stood,
And checked that the table was laid, and said, “Good.”
She sat down in front of the oven, to beam
At Peter, whose neck was now covered in cream.

So soon he was cooked, and she ate the pavlova
Around him, and said, “It will soon be all over
For you little Peter. Now as my tongue brushes
Against your nice meat, I am sure you’ll taste luscious.

The gobbling down process will not take too long,
So think of my tongue as a soft dinner gong.”
Her hand closed around him, and gave him a lift
To mouth, where the gulping of Peter was swift.

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