MILK AND HONEY

Mum would sing a long sad ballad

Lacking what his colleagues easily had.

Dad still thinks his luck was bad,

"I read of something called a cup of tea

Only once did I also view the sea

But all were pictures, the real I didn't see"

Milk and honey

Which I can easily get without money

First from my dad's cattle

Each day at least a full bottle

The latter from deep of the forest fringes

Kept by bees in their warm fridges

All I needed was my focus to groove

And an oily hive at night to brood

Milk and honey 

Frequented by the rich in the city

Brought home by mummy or daddy

With just few drizzles in my tea

Mum, add more my often plea

Even without our blue band butter

Honey served as cheese and sugar

Milk and honey

Affordable by all and sundry

Depending on who you marry

You either eat or go hungry

In times of love or strife

Derive a formula to stay alive

Choose to weave your own beehive

Forget your craft, ego and pride

Sincerely be apt, go and stride

With nude optimism let your heart decide

Milk and honey

A good friend that keeps you lazy

Given freely to kingdom animalia

With abundance of mouthwatering euphoria

Takes the hardworking ant by surprise

As it licks from twilight to sunrise

Yet cannot carry some home as a birthright.

Milk and honey 

So tasty and yummy

Prayed by Tom, Dick and Harry

Preyed by the good, bad and ugly

Enjoy if it comes your way

But whosoever knows how to make hay

Remember you can't have milk and honey all day.