Perhaps it's best I don't expand,
On what they did with certain glands,
Suffice to say you'd feel quite groggy,
At the bits Ted fed his moggy!
These naughty boys went on for years,
Sometimes they'd even eat their peers,
They didn't feel the least repentant,
When once they ate a key defendant!

But all good things must have their day,
And things went very much astray.
They broke the golden ruled they'd cited,
An outside party was invited.
When Admiral Harry Quentin Pew,
Found an eyeball in his stew,
He turned so pale and cold and numb,
He'd recognized his missing mum!

'Don't stare like that' he said, irate,
As he scraped her off his plate,
'I'm taking you down to the station,
They'll need to make investigations'
Teddy and his gang were tried,
Their guilt could scarcely be denied,
Teddy's eyes were filled with hate,
As the judge declared their fate...

'Teddy Tufty Bertrand Yates,
I sentence you and all your mates,
To be eaten by this court,
Now, where's those recipes I brought?
Ah, yes, we'll have your buttocks fried,
Before we sauté your insides,
We'll roast your legs in walnut oil,
Your heads, I think, we'll steam or boil,
Right that's it, now court dismiss...
I think I could get used to this!'