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.