How juicy, how sweet, this tender morsel that I eat.
How filling, how chewy, each bite of this fatty meat.
How it screamed,
How it begged.
But here I am, enjoying this meaty leg,
and sipping on the finest wines, and snacking on goose eggs.
They said that I was mad, that I had gone insane.
But I assured them that it would feel no pain.
So, I drained its blood, that crimson ink.
Alas the time had come for me to think.
What to do with such a rare delicacy?
Why, such a cut would be sure to cause jealousy.
Then after a while a thought hit my head.
‘To accompany my meat with only the finest bread!
To press it with herbs of all different kinds,
add to season it with a glaze of citrus rinds.’
It baked, it boiled in the juices of its fat.
All the while I enjoyed the smell as I sat.
My taste buds watered, oh how they danced,
to see the crispy skin each time I glanced.
At last it was done, so I set it to cool.
Twas a fine thing, the dinner table’s jewel.
Then I ate and drank, then ate some more.
Till there was a knock which came from the door.
In came a lady of beautiful face,
followed by a mob from the peasant race.
‘You monster. You vile, hideous thing!
You’ve eaten my baby; I shall tell the king!’
I wiped my face and cleaned my hand,
They all watched as I moved to stand.
‘Dear woman, do you not recognise my face?
I am the king. Why, I am the one who owns this place.’
She cried, she screamed and I watched her tears.
Then finally I understood her fears.
For, I had eaten, and she had not.
And after all I had feasted on her tot.
Then I replied with kindness at heart
and holding up the last, meaty part:
‘Dear lady, do not fret,
for you can eat some too, my pet.’