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.
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