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It’s getting dark, he takes a sleigh,

“Gee up” – an eager cabman cries,

His beaver collar in night shade

By frosty crystals sparks and shines.

To chef Talon[6] he speeds aware

Kaverin is awaiting there.

Gets in, – a cork with pop springs up,

And wine like comet jets to cup,

Here is a roast beef’s bloodstained slice,

And truffles – splendor for the youth,

French cuisine’s the highest proof,

And Strasburg pie so neatly lies

Between a slice of Limburg cheese

And a pineapple’s golden piece.