Mrs. Merdle Ordereth the Second Course
Come, John, Jane, and Susan, the soup take away,
And bring in the turbot, the sheep’s head and bass;
And have you got lobster and salad to-day?
And see that the celery’s all right in the glass.
Now fish—Colonel Dinewell, which fish will you try?
And how shall I dress it to suit your nice taste?
For sauce to the fish is as love to the sigh,
Imperfect, it’s worthless, and both prove a waste.