The Bagel Ditty
You were dreaming of bagels
Today... last night, I believe
If I were a bakers son,
I'd have a bagel everyday
Tens of millions of people together eating
of perfect hope
Melting soak, crisping toast, the best of humanity
Together dreaming of bagels,
Instead of I, we
We can have salmon lox, pretty garlic onion pocks
Soothing trust of a lush swath of clean cream cheese,
Together we were dreaming of dozens and dozens,
These dreams the same that we eat for breakfast,
Though any time of day,
any can confess, for that a bagel,
makes a great mystical round way
Be proud, those are known to be strong who consume
The dream of the bagel
Which now the hole world shall sing...
This morning I dreamt of this the mighty
The bagel tune must 'O' ring !