I’m happy to try this and that:
Leg of ferret, or ragout of bat.
But I do draw the line
When I’m given my wine
In a glass where the waiter has spat.
Our restaurants are now international;
To balk at the horse is irrational.
But I stifled a tear
As I thought how, last year,
My ‘prime Angus’ had won the Grand National.
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