As I dreamt of owning a pub
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.
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