A Little Piece Of Cheese

When I grow faint from hunger,
I try myself to please.
By fixing me a slice of bread,
And a little piece of cheese.

It is good to feel it going down,
I put myself at ease.
To take a piece of fresh-baked bread,
And a little piece of cheese.

As sign that we need nourishment,
And are wobbly in the knees.
Is time to have some wheat-brown bread,
And a little piece of cheese.

When I get tired from working,
And the cold air makes me wheeze.
I settle with a slice of bread,
And a little piece of cheese.

When all the world is rosy,
And I desire a squeeze.
I smile...and cut myself some bread,
With a little piece of cheese.


E.P. 1908 - 1989