Homeopathic Soup

I found the below poem in a “The Book of Humorous Verse” compiled by Carolyn Wells. Copyright is 1920. We found it in a book sale up in Grand Lake some years ago. I love how even back then people new homeopathy was crap. Plus it’s just a funny verse. I’ve kept all the formatting and spelling as closely as I could. Enjoy.

Take a robin’s leg
(Mind, the drumstick merely);
Put it in a tub
Filled with water nearly;
Set it out of doors,
In a place that’s shady;
Let it stand a week
(Three days if for a lady);
Drop a spoonful of it
In a five-pail kettle,
Which may be made of tin
Or any baser metal;
Fill the kettle up,
Set it on a boiling,
Strain the liquor well,
To prevent its oiling;
One atom add of salt,
For the thickening on rice kernel,
And use to light the fire
“The Homœopathic Journal.”
Let the liquor boil
Half an hour, no longer,
(If ’tis for a man
Of course you’ll make it stronger).
Should you now desire
That the soup be flavoury,
Stir it once around,
With a stalk of savoury.
When the broth is made,
Nothing can excell it:
Then three times a day
Let the patient smell it.
If he chance to die,
Say ’twas Nature did it:
If he chance to live,
Give the soup the credit.