It is as fertile
As the valley of Nile
But it takes nothing from our bag
Of material belongings
In fact, it truly helps out
Those eternal pleasure who have sought
It is as innocent as a flowing brook
But it is too fragile to have a hook
Just like a rambling rose
Just like a potion with daily dose
Just like a small child
Just like a cub, however wild
It just causes pleasure
Of it whoever is the receiver
So, give it to all if you can
And if somebody gives it
Take it as a brave man
Can you guess what it could be?
It is coming to your lips, see, see, see!
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