With my power I stop bread's spread,
I am even that on which you tread,
Flip me over and you shall sing,
Fervid praises fit for a king.

At first I was thinking of eggs, but maybe it could be yeast...


Maybe grapes, as in grape jelly bread spread, you stomp on them to make wine, wait for the fementation, then sing 'til you can't stand up any more.

Posted by Erik O. on 2005-04-29 15:07:31