It tells of good cheer ere food was dear,
Of a time of plenty and peace and ease.
With bread thrown in there was ample fare
In Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese
For men to repair all the wear and tear
Of bodily tissue, though busy as bees.
Carnivorous folk might ask for more
Than Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese,
But that was before the stress of war
Had simplified meals with a steady squeeze.