My Favored Food
A lumpy gruel or smoother quick,
Any style I would love to lick
From a teaspoon with a dollop
Of honey and other sweet fruits for my lips.
Stuffed in a haggis instead
Or made into a tasty bread,
I'll never tire but lose my head
And fill up a bowl to keep me fed.
Flavor it with cinnamon or ginger,
Oh how my nose knows to linger
Over steamy hot pots, then lick my fingers,
For the very last milky bit, I sing for.