Nay, turn not your head. Never blush portugaise,
Be tender as chaufroid of veal à la reine—
(A dish for the gods!—not what Englishmen praise,
Indigestible veal qui ne "veau" pas la pain!)
Hot as sauce rémoulade though thy temper may be—
Though caprice gall thy thoughts till thy brain's panaché—
I'll love thee and love thee—I swear it by THEE!—
The roast thou shalt rule, by night and by day!
My Queen, Mayonnaise, oh give ear to my prayer!
Be my love—be my wife! Come, Mayonnaise dear,