An orange on a crystal plate,
Two eggs within a turquoise bowl,
A pat of butter, dewy fresh,
A poppy-seeded crusty roll.
A squatty silver coffee pot,
A yellow-flowered cup a-steam,
A heap of snowy sugar-squares,
A silver pitcher, full of cream.
All these, my love, are spread for you –
Such leisured hands are not for me.
I haven’t time to snatch a bite,
For I must catch the seven-ten.