Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/Homœopathic Soup

Homœopathic Soup.
Take a robin's leg(Mind! the drumstick merely),Put it in a tubFilled with water nearly;Set it out of doors,In a place that's shady,Let it stand a week(Three days if for a lady);Drop a spoonful of itIn a five-pail kettle,Which may be made of tinOr any baser metal;Fill the kettle up,Set it on a boiling,Strain the liquor well,To prevent its oiling;One atom add of salt,For the thickening one rice kernel,And use to light the fire"The Homœopathic Journal."Let the liquor boilHalf an hour, no longer,(If 'tis for a manOf course you'll make it stronger), Should you now desireThat the soup be flavoury,Stir it once around,With a stalk of savory,When the broth is made,Nothing can excel it:Then three times a dayLet the patient smell it.If he chance to die,Say 'twas Nature did it:If he chance to live,Give the soup the credit.