From growl and gut

Of animal rut

Comes old milk

This cheese

From cluck and clatter

Of chicken’s patter

These eggs ‘n batters

In threes

Fried and boiled

In olive oil

From germ of wheat

On table neat

Puréed in wind-chaffed

Prairies take

Sandwich baked

So jump thee

Jump children

To table spread

Make haste

Away from puppy’s

Outstretched paws

Who’ll steal away fast

make breaking Spring last

Put patters of butter paste

On angel’s wings.

And sing, sing, sing