Grandma Burcke did whisper to her seven daughters
a mighty secret known only to some quaint farmer folk,
not to be repeated to none other but their own true kin.
‘t Was a wizardry of wondiferous proportions,
a sacred, saucy spell of perma-transmution of…
how to turn a lowly, common slice of meat and grease
into a crispery feat of great delight to taste and sight,
fit only to be served to those one truly, truly loved:
that of their daily bacon!