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.