Butter!!

Where art thou, O where art thou??

I searched high, I searched low
'n gathered sweat 'pon my brow
I turned the town, upside down
And went to every store uptown
But never a pat was to be seen
Of Amul-Britannia or in between
My breakfast table does complain
Not seeing that nice golden strain
The Toast looks dry and barren too
With Nescafe or that cup of Bru
Eggs do not seem just the same
The fruit can just have no name
Oh where art thou, o where art thou
Do come back, do, My love so true
Oh.. just some spoons or just a gram
And free me from this horrid Jam!!