This needs not die. Why did it go away? Behold the immortal poster Face's elegy:
I met a traveller from a pancake land,
Who said"Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage of Aunt Jemima lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its baker well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the syrup that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Wafflemandias, King of Kings;
Look on my batch, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing besides bacon remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal griddle, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away."
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