And then I fancied some one spoke, I know not what was said;
But my mouth watered, and delight took hold of all my mind,
And up the terrace came again the turtle on the wind.
“What can it mean?” said I; “in truth the odour’s very fine,”
And if it comes three times, thought I, I’ll take it for a sign.
And sure enough it came again, though closed my window bars;
Then seemed to change to venison till my bedroom smelt like Carr’s.
From that I judge the banquet will be good to-morrow night;
I’ve called at Ring and Brymer’s, and I’ve seen a glorious sight!
They’ve never known, or so they say, their turtles run so fat;