The Name's Not Hubbard

I think the cupboard and icebox are bare
Of anything I want to eat.
I'm in no mood to dress and go out for fare,
And outside there is snow and sleet.
In faint hope I open the cupboard
-and stowed away I see a can of consomme.
In joy I exclaim-Whoop!
Soup!

IRMA W ASSALL~