Margarine

I put a cake of margarine on ice,
And tracked the jaguar to a forest glen
Where it embarrassed forty-seven men
Who dreamed of dancing in a pot of rice.
The dance was very bad, lacking in spice,
And most were graceless as a laying hen.
The jaguar exercised a healthy yen
To nibble on some toes, its only vice.

Yet I will dance tomorrow, in the glade
Above the stand of maples, and today
There will be more delights than I can say
To celebrate the stars that wink and fade
Like margarine in soup, so tell the maid
We're skipping lunch, and let the oboes play!