“I was made to be eaten, not to be drank,
To be thrashed in a barn, not soaked in a tank;
I come as a blessing when put in a mill,
As a blight and a curse when run through a still;
Make me up into loaves, and your children are fed;
But made into drink, I will starve them instead.
In bread I’m a servant, the eater shall rule,
In drink I’m a master, the drinker a fool.
Then remember my warning; my strength I’ll employ,—
If eaten, to strengthen, if drunk, to destroy.”