Classic Poem

A melting pot has to be made
With particular care,
And carefully sampled and weighed
As to nature, proportion and grade
Are the ores mingled there.

Let the metaphor change in your mind
To an effort to bake,
Of eggs, butter, and flour you will find,
With milk, sugar and raisins combined,
You compose a good cake.

Or, taking salt pepper and meat,
With an onion or two,
Tomatoes, and maybe a beet,
Fine herbs and some celery sweet,
A good soup you may brew.

But if all these ingredients here
Should comingle at will,
Neither cake nor yet soup will appear,
There's one name for a mixture so queer—
That is swill.