He first mixed cherry yogurt, with chocolate sauce,
He ate several bowls for breakfast, then at lunch- time paused.
The Boy then refused, his mother’s fish pie,
Until blackberry jam on it, he piled high.
Then every scrap of fish pie, he ate.
His family watching, fell, into a queasy state.
A great inventor, could be her boy’s future fate.
His mother thought, as she stared, at his empty plate.