>I was stirrin' up a stirrin' cup
>In a stolen stirling stein,
>When I chanced upon a ladle
>Who was once my Valentine.
>
>(Natural', this was a ladle I used to spoon with)
>
> --- Walt Kelly (through Churchy La Femme)

Yes, it's collected in the original Pogo book; mine, too, fell apart at the
spine long ago.

But I think it was actually "stirrup cup".

Then there's this, from Norman Lindsay (1918):

Let feeble feeders stoop
To plates of oyster soup.
Let pap engage
The gums of age
And appetites that droop;
We much prefer to chew
A steak-and-kidney stew.

Let yokels coarse appease
Their appetites with cheese.
Let women dream
Of cakes and cream,
We scorn fal-lals like these;
Our sterner sex extols
The joy of boiled jam rolls.

We scorn digestive pills;
Give us the food that fills;
Who bravely stuff
Themselves with Duff,
May laugh at Doctors' bills.
For medicine, partake
Of kidney, stewed with steak.

Then plight our faith anew
Three puddin'-owners true,
Who boldly claim
In Friendship's name
The noble Irish stoo,
Hurrah, Hurrah, Hurroo!