Charming oysters I cry: <br />My masters, come buy, <br />So plump and so fresh, <br />So sweet is their flesh, <br />No Colchester oyster <br />Is sweeter and moister: <br />Your stomach they settle, <br />And rouse up your mettle: <br />They'll make you a dad <br />Of a lass or a lad; <br />And madam your wife <br />They'll please to the life; <br />Be she barren, be she old, <br />Be she slut, or be she scold, <br />Eat my oysters, and lie near her, <br />She'll be fruitful, never fear her.<br /><br />Jonathan Swift<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/oysters/
