“There’s no accounting, certainly, for taste;
And one man’s meat is oft another’s poison.
I’ll wager that you never set your eyes on
Such store of honey as you soon shall spy
At Gaffer Joiner’s, who lives here hard by.”
In fancy o’er the treat did Bruin gloat,
While his mouth fairly watered at the thought.
“Oh, take me, take me there, dear coz,” quoth he,
“And I will ne’er forget your courtesy!
Oh, let me have a taste, if not my fill;