What About Butter?

Bread

For bread the merchant labors long and late; 

For bread the beggar goes from gate to gate. 

For bread the sailor loses hearth and home,

A thousand, thousand miles bread-seekers roam.
 

For bread the wild birds fall in nets and gins;

For bread do men commit a hundred sins.

For bread the soldier dies in seige and fight;

For bread the minstrel carols day and night.

For bread men study all that man may know.

The house that wanteth bread is filled with woe;

For bread unites the family as one,

Its lack divides the father from the son.

For bread are weddings made and sermons said;

Of all good things, the first and best is bread.  

-- From Lyric Laughter by Arthur Guiterman