Master of the piano—and the pan—
As busy with the kitchen as the skies!
Now looking
At some rich stew thro' Galileo's eyes,
Or boiling eggs—timed to a metronome—
As much at home
In spectacles as in mere isinglass—
In the art of frying brown—as a digression
On music and poetical expression,—
Whereas, how few of all our cooks, alas!