Excerpt from Ferishtah's Fancies
Pray, Reader, have you eaten ortolans
Ever in Italy?
Recall how cooks there cook them: for my plan's
To - Lyre with Spit ally.
They pluck the birds, - some dozen luscious lumps,
Or more or fewer, -
Then roast them, heads by heads and rumps by rumps,
Stuck on a skewer.