My uncle ordered popovers
From the restaurant’s bill of fare.
And when they were served,
He regarded them with a penetrating stare. . . .
Then he spoke great Words of Wisdom
And he sat there on that chair:
“To eat these things,” said my uncle,
“You must exercise great care.
You may swallow down what’s solid . . .
BUT . . . you must spit out the air!”
And as you partake of the world’s bill of fare,
That’s darned good advice to follow—
Do a lot of spitting out the hot air,
And be careful what you swallow!