Some turkey? why yes — the least mite will suffice...

Some turkey? why yes — the least mite will suffice;

A side bone and dressing and bit of the breast;

The tip of the rump — that's it — and one o’ the fli's —

In spite of the doctor: my appetite's none of the best,

And so I must pamper the delicate thing,

And tickle a fancy that's very capricious

With bits of a turkey, the breast or the wing,

With beef very tender, and gravy delicious.

Some beef now? I thank you, not any at present;

I'll nibble a little at what I have got,

And wish for a duck, or a grouse, or a pheasant,

Though none of them come for a wish, in the pot.