Must a fire clear proceed to make:
With the red above and the red below.
In one delicious, genial glow.
If a coal should come, a blaze to make,
Have patience! You mustn’t put on your steak.
First rub—yes, rub—with suet fat,
The gridiron’s bars, then on it flat,
Impose the meat; and the fire soon,
Will make it sing a delicious tune,
And when ’tis brown’d by the genial glow,