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So said his mother—she never
Would lie to a boy so clever;
And as Walter thoughtfully chewed
On her words as well as his food,

Slowly his memory he scoured
For what he had ever devoured
Of types of alimentary paste—
If all had the very same taste.

Whatever you’d bake, stuff or toss,
He saw that the secret was sauce
In a noodle preparation
To stimulate gustation.

Plain old boiled pasta was boring;
Its eaters resort to pouring
Beans or borsht—almost anything—