The Humorous Poetry of the English Language…
“ Oh, my tender Chicken dear! My boil'd, delicious, tender Chicken! Rub the breast (To give a zest) With lemon-juice, my tender Chicken.Lesbia hath with sauce combined Broccoli white, without a tarnish; 'Tis hard to tell if 'tis design'd For vegetable or for garnish. Pillow'd on a butter'd dish, My Chicken temptingly reposes, Making gourmands for it wish, Should the savor reach their noses. Oh, my tender pullet dear! My boiled—not roasted—tender Chicken Day or night, Thy meal is light, For supper, e'en, my tender Chicken. ”
