Old Methuselah’s Diet
By Anonymous
Methuselah
Old Methuselah’s DietBy Anonymous
Methuselah ate what he found
on his plate,
And never as people do now;
He took no account of the
calorie count;
He ate it because it was chow.
He wasn’t disturbed as at
dinner he sat,
Devouring a roast or a pie
To think it was lacking in
granular fat,
Or a couple of vitamins shy
He cheerfully chewed every species of food,
Unmindful of troubles or fears
Lest his health might be hurt by some fancy
dessert,
And he lived over nine hundred years.