New - Bread

New-Bread from the oven,
Step up while you dare.
For I'm out for giving,
And you taking your share.

Spread on the butter,
It's brown and it's good.
I turned it before you,
And it's all baked with wood.

Your stomach is empty,
Time's past since you ate.
Come forward and get some,
There's no time to wait.

It is sure to revive you,
So lay on the jam.
And for those who are famished,
Take up some fried ham.

For it's new-bread from the oven,
Now can't you just tell?
That the odor rising upward,
Is delightful to the smell?


E.P. 1908 - 1989