An ode to soup, to the tune of Cwm Rhondda
When I need a bowl of something healthy
then I make a vat of soup.
Chopping carrots and an onion
Letting scattered thoughts regroup
with some buttered tiger bread
with some buttered tiger bread.
Open now the pack of herby goodness
when the verdant leaf comes from.
Full of fibre, manganese and iron
blended up to sup upon.
I will never tire of thee
I will never tire of thee.