Fish, lobsters, crabs in store were found,
And cook’d in many a diff’rent mode.
No help he needs to deck his board,
For every time he guests invites,
The active Finnafeng delights
To serve as cook his much-lov’d lord.
But little fuel he requires;
The rivers for their monarch toil:
And, warm’d by subterranean fires,
Lo! of itself each spring doth boil.