Milk in the jug,
Goes glug, glug, glug.
Pour it in a glass,
Or dip the bread in it.
Be happy,
Drinking milk which is in
the jug,
Poured into a glass
As we did in our childhood.
That’s where from milk stems in our roots.
Though most don’t like it,
Milk is that source which strengthens our bond and self,
And our memories,
On a string,
Is truly beautiful.
Adios!
