A Small Lunch

Hello grandma, how do you like it? Lying in the tub through disemboweled Can you remember you always compelled me to eat And if I wasn't hungry you gave me the stick [Incomprehensible] Now I am hungry, but please don't bother You don't have cook because you are my lunch Maybe the flesh is a little stingy It doesn't matter, it's good for my teeth [Incomprehensible] Your big strong hands with all their swollen vessels I'll keep in memory of the many slaps Your brain with eggs and vegetables I think that will taste bloody delicious Now there's only one, one thing you can do Grandma, wish me jolly good