Horace: Book III, Ode 13 <br /> <br />"O fons Bandisiæ, splendidior vitro---" <br /> <br /> <br />Worthy of flowers and syrups sweet, <br />O fountain of Bandusian onyx, <br />To-morrow shall a goatling's bleat <br />Mix with the sizz of thy carbonics. <br /> <br />A kid whose budding horns portend <br />A life of love and war--but vainly! <br />For thee his sanguine life shall end-- <br />He'll spill his blood, to put it plainly. <br /> <br />And never shalt thou feel the heat <br />That blazes in the days of sirius, <br />But men shall quaff thy soda sweet, <br />And girls imbibe thy drinks delirious. <br /> <br />Fountain whose dulcet cool I sing, <br />Be thou immortal by this Ode (a <br />Not wholly metricious thing), <br />Bandusian fount of ice-cream soda!<br /><br />Franklin P. Adams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-flavour/
