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To some, is thought a greater treat
Than all the choicest joints of meat
    An epicure might choose;
Poultry and game may both abound
Where this delicious dish is found,
    I would all else refuse.

Give me no fish, nor barbecue;
Pâté-de-foìs, and oysters, too,
    Salads and sauces rich,
May tempt an epicure to roam,
But I had rather dine at home,
    On this, my favorite dish.

In early days, the bell would sound,
Then olive plants would gather round,
    As fast as they were able,
As soon as beans and corn were seen
Within the goodly-sized tureen,
    In centre of the table.

We oft recall those happy times,
'Mid varied scenes, in distant climes,
    And memory lingers round,
And brings to our enraptured view
That blessed home—the garden, too,
    Where beans and corn abound.