BACON AND QUEENS.
I have lived long enough to be rarely mistaken.
And had my full share of life's changeable scenes;
But my woes have been solaced by good greens and bacon,
My joys have been doubled by bacon and greens.
What a thrill of remembrance e'en now they awaken,
Of childhood's gay morning and youth's merry scenes;
When one day we had greens and a plateful of bacon,
And the next we had bacon and a plateful of greens.
Ah! well I remember, when sad and forsaken.
Heart-wrung by the scorn of a Miss in her teens;
How I fled from her sight to my loved greens and bacon,
And forgot my despair over bacon and greens.
When the banks refused specie, and credit was shaken,
I shared in the wreck, and was ruined in means;
My friends all declared I had not saved my bacon,
But I lived, for I still had my bacon and greens.
If some fairy a grant of three wishes could make one
So worthless as I, and so laden with sins,
I'd wish all the greens in the world, then the bacon,
Then wish for a little more bacon and greens.
Oh, there is a charm in this dish, rightly taken,
Which from custards and jellies an epicure weans;
Stick your fork in the fat, wrap your greens 'round the bacon,
And you'll vow there's no dish like good bacon and greens.