Lay it on the table, the King did say with desperate admiration.
Adorn with fruit and sugar coat to gloat my satisfaction.
What is this quenching taste? Queen Elizabeth announced.
What kind of wicked trickery is going on that dares be unpronounced.
No trickery comes from Persia. The sweetness speaks its case.
Only almonds and sugar are found here. The only craft is in the taste.
Does it have a name, this delicious poison to which I must subscribe?
Massa or Marzipan suits best what only the senses can describe.
The King clapped in confirmation and the Queen chortled in delight
The jester adorned his pointy hat and cart wheeled through the night.
Fast forward four hundred years or so when this scene is long done
1806, Niederegger stands for marzipan of the world renown!