  God made the milk to be Creamy and sweet, For all of His children To drink and to eat. To make all His frail ones Grow happy and strong, Give them the precious milk Sweet as a song. God made the golden corn, God made the wheat, For bread and for puddings; Rich plenty to eat. The rice and the barley, The rye and the oats; O let us thank Him In happier notes! God made the fruits to grow Luscious and sweet, For all His dear children To drink and to eat. Never ferment them; For then from the rot Springs forth the poison! Fresh from the fruit bottles Seal it away; Sink it in waters cold; Hide it in clay. There ’twill keep fresh and sweet, Harmless as new. Harmless as ripened grapes Sparkling with dew. endpaper divider |
|
