Methuselah ate what he found on his plate
And never, as people do now
Did he note the amount 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 the right kind of fat
Or a couple of vitamins shy.
He cheerfully chewed each species of food
Unmindful of troubles or fears
Lest his health might be hurt
By some fancy dessert
And he lived more than 900 years!