The water’s taste is bland to most;
For children raised on sterling spoons,
Accustomed to the richest spice,
They sugar out the plain pure host —
Disturb the stillness with their tunes.
They search the globe, at greater price,
Enriching tons of flavored rice;
The bitter chocolate fashioned sweet,
The hoarded beast with larded meat,
And everything designed to eat.

Tradition passed to son and daughter,
They’re salting out the living water.