To the oven? Try and do it! Take my word,
Practice but half as much, while limbs are lithe,
To turn, shove, tilt a table, crack your joints,
Manage your feet, dispose your hands aright,
Work wires that twitch the curtains, play the glove
At end o' your slipper,—then put out the lights
And ... there, there, all you want you 'll get, I hope!
I found it slip, easy as an old shoe.
Now, lights on table again! I've done my part,
You take my place while I give thanks and rest.