For dinner ev'ry day, what pleased his taste,
A pie of eels, which near him should be placed.
HIS appetite at first was wond'rous great;
Again, the second time, as much he ate;
But when the third appeared, he felt disgust,
And not another morsel down could thrust.
The valet fain would try a diff'rent dish;
'Twas not allowed;—you've got, said they, your wish;
'Tis pie alone; you like it best you know,
And no objection you must dare to show.