There once was a prince called Steward Who wished for a very big stew He sent very best men to find very best cooks Who’d prepare him a Prince Steward Stew

At once many cooks have appeared His kitchen was filled to brim With cooks and their pots, which then quick overflowed Now the cleaners had more floors to clean

The first cook, a butcher, knew very not much-o About cooking and stewing the meats But one thing did he know, to quote Paulo Coelho You have to take risks (or whatever)

Cook Two was a barista at heart But he couldn’t quite get it his start He knew that with time he could make a good stew For he was the one who invented cold brew

Cook three was rather gaunt She spent her best years on the fisherman’s boat Experienced at sea, but she didn’t foresee Her balance was off on the land

Plates, spoons and ladles went flying in air All lords and ladies came down to stare At too many cooks and the mess that they made They all went and died Just kidding… all but one survived

When all cooking the guests left in a hurry The whole royal kitchen was covered in curry The cleaners all resigned Leaving a mess creamy bo kho and cioppino and bouef bourguignon

Prince Steward, alarmed by his staff’s distress Run down to the kitchen and stared at the mess A lightbulb went out in his head and he said: Let’s combine all of the stews!

His invention was all but new He finally found The Prince Steward’s Stew And he stewed in it for the whole afternoon

From this venture he learned all that he could: Cold brew is a cool way to drink a coffee Paulo Coelho wasn’t that deep People should eat more Vitamin C And the cooks were not his problem!