IN EATING SOUP
In eating soup, it's always well
To make an effort to excel
The unregenerate who sop
With bread the last surviving drop
As if to them but one befell.
And if it burn you do not yell,
Or stamp or storm or say “Oh!——well!”—
From social grandeur you may flop
In eating soup.
And if the appetizing smell
Upon you cast a witch's spell,
To drain your plate pray do not stop,
And please, I pray you, do not slop!
A gurgling sound's a social knell
In eating soup.
