They found it quite judicious to adore him;
And when he dined, the nymphs were always present—
Sometimes beside him and sometimes before him.
When he was tired of one, he called her ‘sweet,’
And told her she was ‘good enough to eat!’
“We grow like what we eat. Bad food depresses;
Good food exalts us like an inspiration,
And missionaries on the menu blesses
And elevates the Feejee population.
A people who for years saints, bairns, and women ate