On aught but rice, is deemed a sinner:
Where sheep and kine are held divine,
And, accordingly, never drest for dinner.
But how is this? I wondering cried,
As I walked that city, fair and wide,
And saw, in every marble street,
A row of beautiful butchers’ shops—
“What means, for men who can’t eat meat,
This grand display of loins and chops?”
In vain I asked—’twas plain to see