Anchovies from Norwegian shores!
Sardines from sunny southern seas!
There’s naught my simple soul adores
One half so ardently as these.
And while I munch the well-fumed sprat,
Sit thou and watch and wear thy hat.
I need no entrée, want no bird,
Nor care for joints, or boiled or roast,
But my imagination’s stirred
By titillating things on toast.