LOVETT: Here we are, now! Hot out of the oven!
TODD: What is that?
LOVETT: It’s priest. Have a little priest.
TODD: Is it really good?
LOVETT: Sir, it’s too good, at least! Then again, they don’t commit sins of the flesh, So it’s pretty fresh.
TODD: Awful lot of fat.
LOVETT: Only where it sat.
TODD: Haven’t you got poet, or something like that?
LOVETT: No, y’see, the trouble with poet is ‘Ow do you know it’s deceased? Try the priest!
TODD: (spoken) Heavenly! Not as hearty as bishop, perhaps, but then again, not as bland as curate, either!
LOVETT: And good for business, too — always leaves you wantin’ more! Trouble is, we only get it on Sundays!
Lawyer’s rather nice.
TODD: If it’s for a price.
LOVETT: Order something else, though, to follow, Since no one should swallow it twice!
TODD: Anything that’s lean.
LOVETT: Well, then, if you’re British and loyal, You might enjoy Royal Marine! Anyway, it’s clean.
Though of course, it tastes of wherever it’s been!
TODD: Is that squire, on the fire?
LOVETT: Mercy no, sir, look closer, You’ll notice it’s grocer!
TODD: Looks thicker, More like vicar!
LOVETT: No, it has to be grocer — It’s green!

BG – I know you were expecting this from me, and I wouldn’t want to disappoint you