Staff of lifeYeast and wheatCrusty and hotFrom the oven doorAll the world overBread—hot with butter,Honey, fruit jams, cheeses,Comes to tablesNourishes life 

Tell her that I love her;Whisper that I miss her.Tell I am praying. Tell her she's my friend.Tell her that I love her; Tell her to get well soon.Whisper that she's special;Tell her that I care.Tell her that I love her,Little vase of roses;Can you take the message?Say I'll soon be there.

A grand dessert come summertimeFresh ripe melons from the vine.Sweet and cold and oh so fine,Cantaloupe and watermelon cut from the rind.