Blood is thicker than water
But maple syrup is thicker than both
So therefore we should forgo
The words of our ancestors and worship pancakes instead
As their fluffy surface flows with the sugary goodness
That outdoes the pulsing liquid’s requirements to be superior to others
It’s their rules, not ours
Blood is thicker than water
But molasses is thicker than both
So therefore we should think of gingerbread cookies
As totems of power and importance
And celebrate their creation over the birth of a baby
As their blood is not as viscous as the gingerbread’s
It’s their rules, not ours
Blood is thicker than water
But honey is thicker than both
So therefore we should praise the bees that make the golden sugar
And give them gifts respecting their hard work
And skip grandparents’ birthdays since their red life flow
Is thinner than the yellow bee mucus
It’s their rules, not ours
Blood is thicker than water
But what does that really mean?