Recipe for making tarts

Here is the field and the farmers plough,

Turning the soil to sow the seed.

Here is the seed lay still in the soil

And here is the sun paying a call.

The sunny rays make the seeds to sweat,

And out of their winter coats they get!

Up through the soil and into shoots,

Inviting the birds to nest at their roots.

Here is the wheat, waving gold in the field,

And here is the farmer watching the yield.

Here come the cows with their heavy udders,

Chewing the grass, creating milk and butter

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Now here am I at my kitchen seat,

Weighing the flour, ground from the wheat,

Rubbing in butter, fresh from the dairy,

Making the pastry, so light and airy.

There’s water from the stream to bind the dough,

Rivers running, beyond the garden they flow.

Out of the door and into the garden

Here are the strawberries, ripe in the autumn.

Boil until juicy then spoon into tarts,

Uncooked dough with rich, red hearts.

Here is the oven with heat from the gas

Gas that is made of trees, plants from the past.

Old and decaying, deep underground,

Over thousands of years, gas in soil found.

Now I can smell they are nearly done,

Let’s lay out the table ready for tea-

‘Cos here are my friends to share

Jam tarts with me!