Once there were seas of milk
That rolled like honey and silk
Then the rivers did flow
And the people made magic dough
With nimble heartful hands
Lovingly across the lands
But where did it all go
When it once went to and fro
Perhaps under a rock?
Or hidden under a stock?
Was it trapped in a cave?
Or in old honey pots save?
Where is the stash?
Or is it now ash?
It must be in rivers underground
Guarded by a three-headed hound
Where the liquid treasure flows so well
In the deepest darkest mines of hell
What if the the ground would shake
And bring about an earthquake
Or if the rains would flood the lake
And then the banks will surely break.