Whiff, I smell a bubbling stew,
Good food: prawns, fish, two beans too,
Some elk meat, gunned down, and
Coq au vin and tongue of boar.
Then I found that lunch was more
Than just whole-hog hams.

If I've liver, heart to stew,
Degust for sure.
Frog in cherry tart,
That's eewww!. Could lunch be more bland, sir?

If I thrust in stew--snow peas,
Old suntanned hide
Of a lion who was seized
From herded pride, I heard,
On the Serengeti Plain.
That bite? Could be shad fish or newt lung. Wasn't vein.

It's a potpourri; that's why
You love to munch, chew.
Add that sheep with thyme,
Then we yearn eat our stew.

Sniff, I'm smelling lovely ewe.