That has not sense enough for six, (in fact, that is the plan of it:)
The very waiters answer you with eloquence Socratical,
And always place the knives and forks in order mathematical.
Bow, wow, wow, etc.
Then opposite the mental club you'll find the regimental one,
A meeting made of men of war, and yet a very gentle one;
If uniform good living please your palate, here's excess of it,
Especially at private dinners, when they make a mess of it!
Bow, wow, wow, etc.
E'en Isis has a house in Town! and Cam abandons her city!