Every morning I eat a piece of toast
With a little pat of butter, I like it most
That got me to thinking
What it took to be making
Our butter back in the day
Was seldom the store-bought way
Mama used the cream from the top of the milk
It was all clumped up and it shined like silk
She had clean jars laid out to her side
A little audience of three girls alongside
She filled each jar halfway up with the cream
Then put on the lids she had just cleaned
She added a pinch of salt in each one
Turning to us said, are you ready to have fun
Here are your jars get to shaking
Shake it like it is an earth quaking
We all kept on shaking
till the butter was done making
Pale yellow butter ready to be strained
To be put on a plate was what we attained
I think I will have a piece of toast today
As I think back to our butter making way
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