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A FUDGE POEM
From the Vassar College Miscellany 24, no.8 (May 1895)
We love the sight of the fudge-pan bright,
We love the sight of the spoon,
And better by far than the light of the star,
Is the gas, now outshining the moon.
Then gather around with whispers profound
For the bell has rung ten at night,
With the transom shut, at our very last cut
We'll sing to the fudge pan bright...!
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