Gently stir and blow the fire, <br />Lay the mutton down to roast, <br />Dress it quickly, I desire, <br />In the dripping put a toast, <br />That I hunger may remove -- <br />Mutton is the meat I love. <br />On the dresser see it lie; <br />Oh, the charming white and red; <br />Finer meat ne'er met the eye, <br />On the sweetest grass it fed: <br />Let the jack go swiftly round, <br />Let me have it nice and brown'd. <br />On the table spread the cloth, <br />Let the knives be sharp and clean, <br />Pickles get and salad both, <br />Let them each be fresh and green. <br />With small beer, good ale and wine, <br />Oh ye gods! how I shall dine.<br /><br />Jonathan Swift<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mutton/
