2012, Sarah Fortnum, “Melbourne Cup 2012 From The Bookie’s Perspective”, in (Please provide the book title or journal name), retrieved 2013-12-18:

As quick as thought they empt' the well, And the last comers take a spell, At waiting, while the others go, With their full pitchers, dawdling so, You'd think they'd nothing else to do Butto keep looking round at you.

The lines, in short, suggest themselves as a Scroogesque anti-echo of verse written at the century’s start: / My meat shall all come in, in Indian shells, / Dishes of agat set in gold, and studded / With emeralds, sapphires, hyacinths and rubies.

In this manner you may preserve Raspices and Mulberries.