Hurried with them to the kitchen,
Chopped them, cooked them with precaution;
Then the house from roof to cellar
Told a mighty tale of onions!
On their groaning board they placed them,
And with greediness devoured them.
When the Matron and the Poet,
Weary and belated travelers,
Turned the corner near the cottage,
They were greeted by the odor,