every line is a threshhold

there is a salty sustentation
which you feed me true
you order hotcakes or some sweetmeat
a feasting of morsels

"hooray"
"hooray"
"hooray" is my belly's cheer

i know the one who gives me
a daily bread for eating
certainly a benefactor
one who loves his fellow-men
a kind of food service saviour

"hooray"
"hooray"
"hooray" is my belly's cheer

for me every line is a threshhold
will i take her there?
would you carry her for me?
the burden is not heavy
when i will disburden
and walk with levity

open up and left me follow
him who waxes so vociferously
open up and let me in







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