Destined one pair for supper to make shift—
Supper, as usual, at the hour of ten.
But ten o’clock arrived, and quickly pass’d—
Eleven—twelve—and one o’clock at last,
Without a sign of supper even then!
At length, the speed of cookery to quicken,
Betty was called, and with reluctant feet,
Came up at a white heat:
“Well, never I see chicken like them chicken!
My saucepans, they have been a pretty while in ’em!