(Buckwheat
cake decline. Jersey millers say the old-time staple is losing ground.)
O,
say not so, the buckwheat cake
Is passing out of sight;
That
for the old-time breakfast dish
We’re losing appetite.
We
would as soon expect to see
The glowing sun turn black;
O,
let us make a move to bring
The buckwheat griddle back!
Let
go the tender luscious squab,
The steak and leg of lamb;
And
we could live were we denied
The oyster and the clam.
And
of the countless breakfast foods
We could excuse the stack;
But
if we want to live, pray let
The buckwheat cake come back.
We
do not mind the breaking out
Of buckwheat rash, Ah no!
It’s
rather nice in winter time
To feel the buckwheat glow.
Old
ways, old foods, are past and gone,
But let’s not live in vain;
Whatever
else you take pray let
The buckwheat cake remain.
Nov.
15, 1910
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