A Century of Parody and Imitation

by Unknown

My Muse has a marvellous wing,

And I willingly worship at dinner

The Sirens of Spring.

Take endive... like love it is bitter;

Take beet... for like love it is red;

Crisp leaf of the lettuce shall glitter,

And cress from the rivulet's bed;

Anchovies foam-born, like the Lady

Whose beauty has maddened this bard;

And olives, from groves that are shady;