Sugar

Sugar...In the Sugar-Bowl,
Setting on the table.
To resist the contents down within,
I never was quite able.

Until I took a great, big taste,
The taste-buds round me swung.
And the moisture-drops upon my lips,
Had melted on my tongue.

Never thinking I could hold,
The measure on the lid.
And in the inner crevices,
So much of it was hid.

I did not want to try again,
It was to me...no treat.
And there a-guzzling at the syrup,
It called for no repeat.

Sugar...in the Sugar Bowl,
O leave it there for fairies.
And when I want another taste,
I'll take it on my berries.

E.P. 1908 - 1989