English poem
Ii
by William Lyon Phelps (1865–1943)
At the meal we sit together: Salve tibi! I must hear Wise talk of the kind of weather, Sort of season, time of year: Not a plenteous cork-crop: scarcely Dare me hope oak-galls, I doubt: What's the Latin name for "parsley?" What's the Greek name for Swine's Snout?