And when I had grown both tall and strong
The reapers came—a merry throng—
And through the fields they wend their way,
Just to and fro through the livelong day.
Perhaps they were rude—for they cut me dead—
But what if they did?—I kept my head
And turned on my back and laughed in glee
At the thought of the good, good flour I'd be.

I know I was good, yet the day came at last
When they said I'd be better if soundly thrashed.
Please pardon me here—I can't dwell on this much,
The subject is painful—my feelings are such.
Oh my! but the straw, it flew high in the air
And the chaff chaffed unceasing, but I didn't care,
My laughter rang forth with increased vim and zest,
My chastisement I knew—just meant Pillsbury's Best.

And then came the time when I journeyed away
To the mills where the "Roller Mills" roll all day,
And all of them smiled with a happy grin
And welcomed us poor little wheatlets in;
Oh! the grind of life—I was grasped and seized,
I really can't say I was very much pleased;
But to say the least, I was much impressed,
And when I got through I was Pillsbury's Best.

The mills where the roller mills
roll all day

And now in the latest fashions gay
In the big round world I have my say,
For in this most becoming sack,
Please note the hang—both front and back,
I journey far from the land of my birth
To feed the hungry hordes of Earth;
For those who know ne'er fail to say
That Pillsbury's flour o'er the world holds sway.

To the kitchen I go—to the bakers who bake
The bread and the cookies, the pies and the cake;
It was there that I met the package of yeast
Who raised the dough for the coming feast,
And that's why I sit and talk to-night,
For to-morrow I know I'll be out of sight;
So I'll toast myself ere this tale I close,
To Pillsbury's Best, the flour one knows.