BY L. FRANK BAUM
The rarebit is an elfish imp
That wields a deadly power,
Though frequently nonchalantly
The demon we devour.
I think I’ve figured out the way
This weird dish is created,
And if you’d try the recipe
Below ‘t is plainly stated:
You take a drove of nightmares,
Of headache quite a lot,
A cord of hard dyspepsia
And of mulligrubs a jot.
And roll and mash and bake ‘em
‘Til browned to fit the code,
Then feed it to your dearest friends
As “rarebit, a la mode”!
‘T would be palpably fictitious
Though suffering from its sting,
Should I say it’s not delicious –
Unfit to feast a king.
I can only pray devoutly,
(In addition to my litany.)
From rarebit Lord deliver me,
So I never more will get any!