—Got fifty eggs most ev’ry day—
And ev’ry egg was big’s your fist
And fresher’n a whiff of mountain mist.
The whole blamed house it used to shake
When old Elkanah pounded steak,
For he used to say what made meat tough
Was ’cause some cooks warn’t strong enough.
And he piled the grub right on sky-high:
Soup and meat and fish and pie
—All the courses on first whack—