In each land youíll find me
To daily stimulate thee
Iím the living substance for survival
Of course, I have no rival
Toil hard, I rest on your table
To all sluggards Iím unstable
Many who lack me; donít take me for granted
Few who have me; left me neglected
Disconnect yourself; suffer malnutrition
Treat me well; I give nutrition
Who am I to summon you daily?
Food for thought; god to the belly.