Inspect my antennæ and look at my eyes;
I’m a natural syphon when dipped in a cup,
For I drain the contents to the latest drop up;
I care not for craw fish, I heed not the prawn;
From a flavour especial my fame has been drawn.
Nor e’en to the crab or the lobster I’ll yield,
When I’m properly cooked and efficiently peeled.
Quick, quick! pile your coals, let your saucepan be deep,
For the weather is warm, and I’m not sure to keep.
Off, off with my head! split my shell into three!