Peter, Peter pumpkin eater,
Had a wife but couldn’t keep her.
He kept her locked up out of sight -
Such was his jealousy and spite.
But was she happy? No, not she!
She only wanted to be free.
The thought of living in a cage
Caused her to fly into a rage.
'Peter Peter, let me out!'
Came her short but fearsome shout.
'My father’s coming with his gun
And then you’ll be the sorry one.'
But Peter wouldn’t change his mind
And Father came and there did find
His precious daughter under lock
Which gave poor Dad an awful shock.
Then, finding Peter, lurking there,
He grabbed this monster by the hair
And dispatched him with great speed
With no kind thoughts and little heed -
Far out in space: 'He’ll not return
And such a lesson he will learn.
He’ll end his days alone on Mars
With just the company of stars.'
His lovely wife? Yes, free once more,
Went home to family she adored
And marriage? 'Never more,' she said.
'I’ll stay at home with Dad instead.'
Love comes with freedom, not a cage,
And bondage leads, of course, to rage.
And Peter, in his lonely life,
Will never find another wife.
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PETER, PETER, PUMPKIN EATER
Peter Peter pumpkin eater,
Had a wife and couldn't keep her!
He put her in a pumpkin shell,
And there he kept her very well!
Talking Point: Many people cannot separate love from possession. All creatures come as themselves, whether they are human beings or animals and birds. Love means giving the other one a certain amount of freedom to be the person that they themselves are, and not the person whom you own or would like them to be. People and other living creatures are not the same as objects within your home, or pieces of jewellery. I have met someone who is rather like Peter, but a woman, and now that her children are becoming teenagers, they will, I know, rebel against her possessive nature. Young people need to develop independence, but with independence comes responsibility. Josie