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​Ever aware of his remarkable appetite, Shortfellow offered a thoughtful version of the well-known lines that contrast the different pronunciations of "scone."

I asked the maid in dulcet tone
To order me a buttered scone;
The silly girl has been and gone
And ordered me a buttered scone.
—Anonymous
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His own contribution from a perspective of delayed gratification was as follows:

I asked Valet in even tone
To serve me up a buttered scone;
But dozing off, he slept till dawn
And offered then to bake the scone. 

I set my jaw to gnaw a bone
While waiting prone for tardy scone.
One's eyes may drift to yon bonbon,
But nothing beats the scent of scone.

Aromas clear as voice on phone
Alert my tooth when ready scone.
I bark for oven mitts to don
And rescue me a lovely scone.

What care I now which sound is borne
When tongue shall taste and then adorn?
What'er the name, this dog is sworn 
To never leave a scone forlorn.
—Shortfellow (aka Lord Zakwoof of Glenwoof)