Oh Butter, how I love you so
though doctors say you have to go.
I’ll cherish you always
through the rest of my days
Your sweetness warms my oatmeal bowl.
Your creaminess does make me whole.
Melt well on my toast, Dear,
And on my rump roast rear.
You make my cookies taste divine.
You’re perfect with French bread and wine.
You make everything better.
This is my love letter.
You’re worthy of a heart attack.
Your extra pounds round out my back.
Oh Butter, lovely Butter
For me there is no other.