The cookie that turned into stone.
He added flour from the farmer's wheat...
Half was sugar and half was sand...
Half was leaven and half were ashes...
Half was egg and half was shell...
For milk was water and half was whey...
Half was butter and half was mud,
Then, he raised the heat to burn like hell.
The tears shed from the eyes of the old bakers
For they knew the cookie had turned into stone
But the young had swallowed thinking half was good
And the rest they they threw and they trashed the lands.
O! The labor the men have traded
For the cookie that turned into stone.
So my granny had told me before
that a successful man is the one
But one who keeps the original recipe
No matter the little profit.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem