When I was small
With rumbling tummy,
And I would grump and grouch for food,
I could turn
And just like magic
There’d be a plate of bread and honey.
When I was bigger
And feeling funny,
And needed something sweet for comfort,
I could ask
And she would bring me
Solace; a slice of bread and honey.
Now I’m grown
I make my own,
To fill my tummy or fix what’s wrong,
And I find it
Tastes like home,
That old faithful, bread and honey.