Then your china-bowl we'll well array.
When the time arrives chip choicest chives,
And administer quietly chili and capsicum...
(Young girls do not quite know what 's what
Till as a Poet into their laps I come).
Then a lobster fresh as fresh can be
(When it screams in the pot I feel a murderer);
After which I fancy we
Shall want a few bottles of Heidsieck or Roederer.