Well, Giok, perhaps that would work.

But I will always have the memory my mother's voice chiding in my ear: "Oh, stop being so precious about it!" when I got too whiny or finicky. So I will always associate that word with fragile or frail things, and I will always associate pepper with heat and strength (When I was a wee child, I loved black pepper and mustard sandwhiches).

So. I've tweaked the whole sosng from first verse to third (yes, I added one). See what you think of it now:


Oh, the king's table groans 'neath the weight of the feast,
With the venison, pheasant and boar.
But the pride of the cook, and the gem of the meal
Is the rare and the fine peppercorn!

A toast to the berry, so sweet on the vine,
and the carrots we pull in the spring!
To hot roasted chestnuts on cold winter nights
And the moments that make our hearts sing!

Oh, the pages of history tell of great wars
And the capers of powerful men.
But the things we remember are often as small,
As the song of the sweet Jenny Wren

(Chorus)

Leave the tales of the war and the struggle and strife
To the pens of the squinty eyed scribes.
For a song in the dark and a quick, stolen kiss
Are the moments that sweeten our lives!

(Chorus)

(Didn't cut any syllables from the second verse, but I think "powerful" may be an easier word to deal with).

I also tweaked the tune:

X:1
T:Sweetest Morsels
M:4/4
Q:1/4=105
K:F
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G2FGA2AG|F2EDC2DE|F4z3C|F2FFG2GF|E2DEF2GG|B2BBA2AA|
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