The Return Of Struwwelpeter Poem by Juli Watson

The little boy with pies for eyes
Wears a mask as a disguise
Sleeps in a box
That his father now locks
Creeps out in the morning
All sleepy and yawning
He must study his books
Or get strung up on hooks
His father is strict
The boy will be kicked
He must eat his greens
Or will not see in his teens
Must not speak without raising his hand
For fear of his backside being thoroughly tanned
The boy bides his time
Towards the end of this rhyme
And being ever so gentle
Kills his dad with a lentil
It was poisoned you see
That's how the boy's free
To recount the whole story to me