When foreign travel ceased to be the preserve of the aristocracy, and ordinary people were able to visit the Continent, some of the strange foods they encountered came as quite a surprise:
The March of the Men of Garlic
Men of Garlic--large your numbers,
Long indeed your conscience slumbers,
Can't you change and eat cu-cumbers?
Men of Garlic, say!
They are sweet and tender,
Short and thick or slender.
Then, we know well your breath won't smell
And sickness' pangs engender.
Men of Garlic, stop your scorning,
Change your food and hear our warning,
See the day of Progress dawning,
Give three cheers--
Hurray!