A Skillet In Society (Alias A Chafing Dish)

I heard my mother, just to-day, asking dear old dad, To buy her a nice chafing-dish and make her very glad; Though he declared its cooking was a waste of alcohol, Causing indigestion and perhaps a doctor's call. I inner saw a chafing-dish and so I longed to know How it looked and what 'twas for and so and so and so; But mother would not answer and daddy went away, So I sought the kitchen, where Bridget holds her sway, And asked her if she ever saw, since she began to cook, A chafing-dish on pantry shelf or pictured in a book? Then Bridget turned her pug nose up with a "contempshus" air, And gave a twist to her small knot of brick dust colored hair, And said, "A chafing-dish, my dear, so says Miss B. Moriety, Is but a common skillet pan that's got in High Society."