He knows his dish is savoury and succulent,
That "Cut and Come again's" a pleasant motto,
But deal out "portions" all this hungry lot to?
Amphitryon feels the thing cannot be done,
Though he should slice the saddle to the bone
With all the deftness of a Vauxhall Waiter.
First come first serve! some claims are less, some greater;
Some of them may secure a well-piled plateful,
Others, though the necessity be hateful,
Empty away must go. Won't there be grumblings,