This is the tale, the most terrible tale, Of some salt and the sea and one Suzie McVale; Now Suzie was pretty and popular, too; A sweet little girl, always happy and who Loved to sing in the morning and dance before bed, Till her poor mother died and her father re-wed; Now, Stepmother Stephanie hated to cook, And refused to consult any recipe book, So Suzie survived on convenience food, Which paled her complexion and blackened her mood; Crisps in the morning and bacon for lunch, Fried eggs for...