MY POT

Thou has enchanted my heart,
in the chains of magic ye boundeth me
Thou has practiced on me foul charms of love
To behold thee all day long
Ye hast never for once refused me
When i lay hold upon thee
Ye would never have known thy power
Thou maketh hungry people full
and angry man thou maketh happy
The aroma of smoke curle out under thee to the air
makes the young happy
when everyone goes to sleep
Ye never sleep nor refuses anyone of blazing fire
During the hottest times
Thou has never feel hot but rather happy
Thou has no time for break nor vacation
Thy work is good and incentive.