by Amos Russel Wells | Total Words: 78, Lines: 12
Take a little dash of water cold,
And a little leaven of prayer,
And a little bit of morning gold
Dissolved in the morning air.
Add to your meal some merriment,
And a thought for kith and kin;
And then, as your prime ingredient,
A plenty of work throw in.
But spice it all with the essence of love
And a little whiff of play;
Let a wise old Book and a glance above
Complete the well-made day.